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Hestia’s Hearth
In the heart of winter’s hush,
when frost clings to the window’s edge,
she stirs the embers — quiet, steady —
a goddess of warmth, not flame alone,
but of welcome, shelter, and simple grace.
Hestia, keeper of the sacred hearth,
wraps the weary soul in golden light.
Her breath smells of apple pie and homecoming,
sweet spice curling through cold air,
a promise that even in bitterness, warmth remains.
Infused with bay for blessings,
basil for peace,
and chamomile for gentle rest,
each drop is a whisper of her fire —
steady, living, eternal.
A carnelian stone glows within the blend,
the heart of a flame that never falters,
reminding you:
home is not a place,
but the heat that lives within your chest.
Made with Coconut Oil
Skinsafe!
Hestia’s Hearth
In the heart of winter’s hush,
when frost clings to the window’s edge,
she stirs the embers — quiet, steady —
a goddess of warmth, not flame alone,
but of welcome, shelter, and simple grace.
Hestia, keeper of the sacred hearth,
wraps the weary soul in golden light.
Her breath smells of apple pie and homecoming,
sweet spice curling through cold air,
a promise that even in bitterness, warmth remains.
Infused with bay for blessings,
basil for peace,
and chamomile for gentle rest,
each drop is a whisper of her fire —
steady, living, eternal.
A carnelian stone glows within the blend,
the heart of a flame that never falters,
reminding you:
home is not a place,
but the heat that lives within your chest.
Made with Coconut Oil
Skinsafe!