SPIRITSBARREAD CONTESTFIRE & SMOKELIFESTYLEWEARABLES
Be the rabbit; hold still, hold still, twitch, then zig the match tip across the zag of the striker.
Phillumenists collect matches. Matches collect stories. Stories are what we are made of.
We’re drawn to the light like moths and There’s No Going Back.
Cavehill. Heigold. Dareringer. Boxergrail. Keep making lists; views to see, phone number to call, directions to the hideout.
Get the fireplace going, start in on a cigar and a story, or even practice that goofy Lucy and Ricky move in front of the mirror just because.
This brims with solar and citrus notes, velvety apricot syrup and fresh green lime leaves. Mild spicy hints of pink peppercorn and deep red grapefruit notes are perfumed with sweet intoxicating orange blossoms and delivered in a wishful fragrance.
The Tsubota Pearl workshop has been building lighters by hand in Tokyo since 1952. How many individual sparks have been formed from their studio? Let’s add some more.
Smoke quietly rising from the chimneys spoke of the coziness inside the vine-walled cottages. A quintessential late fall evening; smoky vetiver and cedarwood, notes of rain soaked concrete, and autumn leaves.
A light and garden-fresh scent of falling rain drops and golden rose oil. White cedar and woody base notes sprinkled with rosemary, bergamot, and mandarin oil lead to a bright and clean fragrance.
The bitter and the sweet. Lemon rose earth. A saturated heart of deep red garden roses unfurls to citrus melodies of lemon and dark bitter orange oil, graced with soft notes of orange blossom and carnation.
Bright leaves laying out lazy in the noon sun. Hand harvested, hung to dry, rolled at the table, twisted to perfection. This knife opens the rich narrative world of the cigar.
Every lighter is a lucky lighter in the bunch. A talisman. Humans began playing with fire at least a million years ago.
Honeycomb from heaven, the moon, the stars and the sun. You are liquid fire, burning in the morning light. Golden honeycomb dripping with citrus notes, luscious black currant, and wild herbs.
Stardust–golden. An evocation of rainfall on sun drenched arid soil. Canyon wildflowers float in the air and into the rain soaked eucalyptus trees, carrying the aromas of cannabis, juicy apricots, and rustic suede.
Black night, moonlight; Wind sings in the cold light. An icy blend of dry cedarwood and saffron shadowed by warm sandalwood oil. Black walnut and oud oil are washed in sensual silken musk and vetiver.
Going from before to always. This to that. Dark to light. A match to fire. Friction makes us clarify what it is that we’re up to. If it’s easy, it’s not worth doing.
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