Carcosa

For over a year I have had this candle in my brain, waiting semi-patiently for the right fragrances to be unearthed. Carcosa is my little love letter to hot summer swamps, dusty dirt roads, & cut grass baking in the heat. I have found a much larger group of people that, like myself, absolutely love very weird, niche scents. I'm excited to start that journey with this baby.

CARCOSA
Memories are interwoven; yours, mine, those that are no longer.
Faded & barely present.
Synapsis firing off all pasts merging as one shrouding your skin.
This life & all its anamnesis are fading.
All dreams fade, like memories, over time.
Effigies softly knock together in the trees.
Rest. Lie down in the cool dirt. Let it cradle you as the vegetal tang of grasses entrench you in their fetor.
Our consciousness has been just a dream;
the shared dream we all have, of being a person

Notes: overgrown grasses • hot dirt • the futility of human existence