There are places that invite us to be still. To lower our voices, quiet our thoughts, and remember that we are standing in the presence of something greater than ourselves.
Dark blackberry and wild bramble berries open with blood orange and a flash of apple. Burnt sugar, vanilla and warm spice soften the fruit before the fragrance descends into leather, caramel smoke, frozen pine and lightly charred oak. The result is dark, slightly sweet, smoky and beautifully unexpected.
Like candlelight against old wood and stained glass, Hallowed is dark without being heavy, sweet without being delicate, a fragrance created to evoke the stillness of a sanctuary and the beauty of something sacred, revered and set apart.
Sacred. Revered. Set apart.
“Our father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.” - Matthew 6:9
There are places that invite us to be still. To lower our voices, quiet our thoughts, and remember that we are standing in the presence of something greater than ourselves.
Dark blackberry and wild bramble berries open with blood orange and a flash of apple. Burnt sugar, vanilla and warm spice soften the fruit before the fragrance descends into leather, caramel smoke, frozen pine and lightly charred oak. The result is dark, slightly sweet, smoky and beautifully unexpected.
Like candlelight against old wood and stained glass, Hallowed is dark without being heavy, sweet without being delicate, a fragrance created to evoke the stillness of a sanctuary and the beauty of something sacred, revered and set apart.
Sacred. Revered. Set apart.
“Our father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.” - Matthew 6:9
