AGNES MONTAGUE wax melt there is the sense of

there is the sense of tapping beats on windowpanes

This blend feels tropical

and plum awaken the senses like the bounty of a mythical forest

laughter in the aftermath of chaos

Cigarette Smoke – Ashy and intimate

AGNES MONTAGUE wax melt there is the sense ofFRAGRANCE FAMILY SUBFAMILY SECONDARY Amber Resinous Smokey Heat gathers before the flame ever appears, pressing softly into the air like something already decided. This scent does not rushit builds, slow and certain, shaped by devotion, by inevitability, by a life that was never meant to remain untouched. Agnes Montague does not fear the fire. She is bound to it. Frankincense Dry and reverent, smoke curling upward in thin, sacred ribbons. The echo of