/01/ Elderflower Candle

where blossoms sip sunlight and ripen into dusk

It began in a hedgerow somewhere between countryside and myth.

Elderflower blossoms, pale and unassuming, hiding their secret: a fragrance that is never quite one thing.

Not rose. Not plum. Not pear. Something in between. A fruit half-remembered, or a wine shared long ago.

This candle remembers.