The storm plays tricks in my mind, the beamed timber house is cold, dark and rumours of its ghosts have me shaking with fear, nobody is home but I am instructed to light the candles of cedarwood, jasmine, lily, noble oak, balsam of benzoin, patchouli and vanilla, to create the required ambience for him, the desk is filled with his writings, suddenly a loud clasp of thunder strike and startled I knock the wine all over the parchments, a story, something called Richard III 1592, I run from the room shrugging my shoulders thinking his words will be forgotten, who ever will remember someone called William Shakespeare?


e220g /  7.7oz   Burn Time approx 50 hours.


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