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The Cloak

Cool mint, forest pine, and the shadows that hide you in plain sight.

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Inspired by: Forest Assassins, Hidden Paths & The Art of Disappearing

A scent for those who move unseen, who know that the forest doesn't just hide you—it claims you. The Cloak captures the cool, crisp air of a midnight forest, the sharp bite of herbs that mask your scent, and the deep green shadows where assassins and magic-users alike learn to vanish. 

This is the candle for readers who've memorized every passage about characters who slip through shadows, who understand that sometimes the most powerful magic is simply not being seen, and who know that the forest protects its own. Whether you're channeling your inner assassin, practicing the art of going unnoticed, or just need a scent that feels like cool night air and fresh possibility, The Cloak wraps around you like protection.

Fragrance Notes

Top: Fresh Mint & Eucalyptus
The sharp, cooling bite of crushed herbs.

Mid: Pine, Cypress & Rosemary
The heart of the forest.

Base: Oakmoss, Cedar & Amber
The grounding foundation of ancient forest floor, weathered wood, and the warm amber glow of a hidden sanctuary.

Product Highlights

  • Premium coconut and apricot wax blend
  • Hand-poured in small batches
  • Scent: Oakmoss, Amber, Mint
  • 8oz collectible jar with 7oz wax fill
  • Curated with high-quality, non-toxic oils

Candle Care

  • Trim the wick to 1/4” before each use.
  • Allow the wax to melt evenly across the surface to prevent tunneling.
  • Burn on a stable, heat-resistant surface away from open drafts and never leave a burning candle unattended.
  • For optimal performance, do not burn for more than 4 hours at a time.
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Discover the Lore

You pull the cloak tighter around your shoulders and step off the path.

Instantly, the forest swallows you. Not violently—gently, like it's been expecting you. The fabric of your cloak is nothing special, just dark wool and careful stitching, but the moment you entered these woods, it became something else. Camouflage. Protection. Permission to disappear.

The scent of the forest wraps around you: sharp mint and eucalyptus from the herbs you crushed and rubbed into the fabric this morning, covering any trace of soap or smoke or humanity that might give you away. Pine needles under your boots release their clean, resinous smell with each silent step. Somewhere above, cypress branches sway, and the whole forest seems to breathe with you—in and out, slow and steady.

You're not running. You're not hiding, not exactly. You're just... not being seen. It's a skill you've honed over years—knowing which shadows are deep enough, which paths the guards never check, how to move through the world like smoke. The forest has always been your ally in this. It knows what it's like to hold secrets, to shelter the hunted, to blur the lines between here and gone.

Your target is half a mile ahead, moving loud and careless through trees that could hide an army if they knew how to ask. You don't need magic for this. You don't need spells or enchantments or anything more than what you already have: patience, silence, and the protection of a forest that recognizes its own.

The oakmoss under your fingers is damp and ancient. The cedar smoke from the cottage you just passed lingers faintly in the air. And beneath it all, that warm hint of amber—the scent of safety, of the hidden places you return to when the work is done, where no one can find you unless you want them to.

You move forward, invisible not because of magic but because you understand shadows. Because the forest has taught you that sometimes the most powerful thing you can be is unseen.

This is The Cloak, and this is what it smells like to disappear.