Faery Bower - Linden Rose incense wands
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight….
- Oberon in "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
I wanted to make a spring offering for Titania herself. Something enchantingly floral with wisps of fine sandalwood and shadows of agarwood. These premium wands are imbued with my favorite Linden Flower, some outrageous Osmanthus and Honeysuckle, and classic Damask Rose Essential oils, with a touch of green Fir Balsam Absolute … like a soft moss pillow.
Also added a pinch of Elfwort powder :)
We burn some Faery incense every spring in the garden to thank and to call the Spirits of Nature.
8 wands nested in flower petals come in a glass vial, sealed with Beeswax
On Linden, a tree favored by the Fair ones…
Tilia cordata (little leaf linden)
We enjoy this transplant from Europe for its pleasing shape, dense canopy, and super-fragrant flowers, but to the ancients, it was much more.
In Europe, littleleaf Linden dominated the woodlands of England after the Ice Age and today it is the linden that stretches farthest north into Scandinavia. This was such a valued tree that there is evidence of it being planted and used for social purposes as early as 760 A.D. The special qualities of littleleaf and its kin evoke things romantic. Youths and maidens are said to have “danced wildly” around the village lindens. This probably was because in the Germanic and Norse countries, at least, the tree was special to Freya, the goddess of love, and Frigga, the goddess of married love and the hearth. No wonder, then, that women hoping for fertility would hug the tree or hang offerings in its branches. After dark, in Scandinavia, it became one of the favorite haunts of elves and fairies.
Some of the romance lingers today, even in our more staid United States. Arthur Plotnik, in The Urban Tree Book, explains the effect this tree can have in the heart of a city. He wrote, “Strolling on a sultry evening, you are suddenly intoxicated by a floral mist. Something has distilled the sweet fragrance of summer nights and diffused it through the neighborhood. This is the gift of the linden tree in blossom.”
- Art by Kinuko Y. Craft, Midsummers Night's Dream
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.