Where Memories Melt

In golden glow, the candles burn, Soft wooden wicks at every turn. Scents of rain and roasted bean, Whisper tales of places seen.

Aroma oils drift through the air, Eucalyptus dreams, a breath so rare. White oud wraps the midnight hour, In silence deep, we find our power.

Lava rocks hold drops of peace, A steady calm, a sweet release. Each perfume note, a story told— Of love, of warmth, of hearts grown bold.

From dusk to dawn, let senses melt, In every scent, emotion felt. Not just a product, but a spell, Where soul and fragrance softly dwell.