BARD

Born of wandering feet and well-worn stories, this scent drifts in on laughter and song. It carries the warmth of shared tables, the hush before a tale begins, and the magic of words that linger longer than steel. This is charm woven into survival—joyful, knowing, and quietly powerful.

Mead – Golden and honeyed, softly intoxicating. Celebration and fellowship, courage borrowed from a shared cup and returned as memory.

Poppy – Dusky and dream-soft, gently narcotic. Stories that blur the edges of the world, sorrow eased and wonder invited in.

Ginger – Bright and warming, sparking against the sweetness. Wit sharpened into rhythm, humor that keeps the road from growing too heavy.

Cedarwood – Dry and steady, anchoring the melody. Tradition and craft, the instrument held close, the fire that never quite goes out.

They are the voice that carries hope from town to town, the song that makes the night kinder. The scent lingers like music after the last note—warm, resonant, and ready to be told again.