Forest Fae - Green Sanctuaries, Fairy Worlds
This incense is a poem to the earthy smell of the regenerating forest. The scentscape of green sanctuaries when giants tumble onto a thick bed of sphagnum moss and tiny fairy worlds arise in their dust.
most consciously wildcrafted in the forest where I live
The Breath of Trees: Resinated Red Spruce Bark and Red Spruce Needles (Picea rubra), White Pine Resin (Pinus strobus), Balsam Fir Resin (Abies balsamea), Blue Hemlock extract (Tsuga mertensiana), Cedar Chips (Thuja orientalis)
The smell of Humus: Galbanum Resin (Ferula galbaniflua), Ammonicam Resin (Ferula tingitana), Vetiver Root (Chrysopogon zizaniodes), Roasted Chicory Root (Cichorium intybus), Boswellia neglecta Resin,
The Smell of Mushrooms, Lichens and Moss: Tree Moss (Psuedevernia furfuracea), Chaga (Inonotus obliquus), Birch Polypore (Fomitopsis betulina), Northern Bearded Milk Cap (Lactarius repaesentaneus), Yellow Drop Milk Cap (Lactariua chrysorheus), Cinnamon Cort (Cortinarius cinnamomeus), Hollow Bolete (Suillus cavipes)
Bound with Elder berries in Hydromel and Balsam Fir Resin
The Scent of Autumn Leaves: Labdanum resin (Cistus creticus), Wild Carrot essential oil (Daucus carota)
This year, the autumn winds came whistling early to the north. I came across a grove of windblown Red Spruces. The branches of the trees were festooned with earthy smelling lichens and mosses. The trunks were dripping resin that smelled of Red Spruce’s signature scent: Conifer balsamic with a touch of rose. Upon examination, I realized that the fallen trees had been weak. They fell because they had been infested with carpenter ants. The ants created a smooth honeycomb of tunnels and chambers in the tree turning the interior into a surrealistic wooden cave filled with stalagmites and stalactites. The tree was able to survive because the nutrients and fluids of the tree travel not through its center but up and down the thin layer of inner bark. As long as there was a passage between the roots and the leaves via the inner bark, the tree stayed alive. But, when the high winds came and caught in the heavy boughs of the upper limbs, the almost hollow trees could not hold.
While it is always sad to see an old one fall, the life that arises from this “death” is one of the most magickal and fragrance making events in the forest. For every tree that falls becomes a nurse log, a haven for small, forest fae. As the fallen tree lays on the forest floor its wood begins to break down. This creates a moist humus smell as holes and niches in the bark begin to grow in size and be filled with earthy smelling soil, green mosses, pungent mushrooms and delicate plant seedlings. A whole miniature world is born as the tree is transformed into housing for wee beings. Mosses eventually paint the exterior of the house emerald green as squirrels and other animals add doors and windows to their bedrooms and pantries. Autumn leaves build up around the base of the abode and lend their musky, sweet smell to the scentscape. Occasionally, the sweet smell of an ephemeral, woodland, wildflower will float through the air or the scent of wintergreen will be released as a deer steps around the log. The circling, still standing, conifer trees, lend their uplifting and healing breath to the air. Eventually, one of the tree seedlings will reach down around the log and plant its roots in the deep sphagnum of the forest. The cycle will begin again as the tree consumes the tiny world of the nurse log into its being and reaches for the sky.
One ounce comes in a black re-useable tin
Be en Foret at her best, deep rich earth and the breath of the forest....don't miss this magick...
Artwork for Forest Fae Tin by the wonderful Brian Froud