Some places exist only in the mind. A ridge at altitude. 

The moment the air changes and everything below suddenly seems smaller, quieter, further away.   

Himalayan Mist opens with lavender — soft but not sweet, the kind that clears rather than soothes.

Sage and pine follow at the heart, earthy and unhurried, like a forest that hasn't been named yet.

Cedar grounds it all at the base, cool and enduring.
This is a candle for the mind that needs a little more sky.