Samhain has long been a time for old traditions, remembrance and ritual. A night set apart for honouring what has gone before and searching somewhat more intently for signs of the unseen. A black cat watches from the shadows, while a bat takes eerily to the night. Candles are lit, offerings are made, and the old stories are retold. The warmth of harvest pumpkin, aromatic spices and churned buttermilk bring their own magick to this particular tale, imbuing the atmosphere with the nostalgic notes of the sabbat.
Poured into cauldron-shaped tins adorned with the familiars of the veil. A candle for Samhain, nocturnal company, and whatever the night chooses to reveal.
