Wildfire Candle

Wildfire - The night is cold and still, frost glittering on the windowpanes as you settle in beside the fire. It's not just any fire: this one burns with peat, dark and earthy, the kind that smoulders for hours and fills the room with a deep, smoky warmth that wraps around you like a blanket. The flames lick at split birchwood, releasing its clean, resinous scent into the air, mingling with the rich, ancient smell of the fuel beneath.

Outside, the world is silent and frozen, but here, the fire crackles softly, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Smoke curls lazily upwards, carrying with it the scent of bonfire nights and wild places, of embers glowing long into the darkness. You pull your chair closer, hands outstretched to the heat, breathing in the comforting, primal aroma of wood and peat and flame. It's the kind of night that makes you grateful for warmth, for shelter, for the simple pleasure of a fire that refuses to go out.