Immerse thyself in a graveyard hush of steam and scent — a sanctum where sorrow softens, and the mortal coil forgets its ache. These herbal bath salts, steeped in petals, roots, and whispered spells, dissolve into the water like fragments of forgotten dreams.
Each crystal holds a trace of the night: salt of the sea for cleansing despair, herbs for the heart’s unrest, and blossoms for the soul’s secret grief. As they bloom in your bath, the air fills with a fragrance both melancholic and divine — the perfume of a midnight garden long untended, where beauty and decay entwine like lovers in eternal repose.
Let the warmth draw you downward, as though into the velvet depths of a Poe tale — where rest is not death, but a tender undoing. Rise anew, reborn from the dark, with spirit unburdened and skin kissed by calm.
Immerse thyself in a graveyard hush of steam and scent — a sanctum where sorrow softens, and the mortal coil forgets its ache. These herbal bath salts, steeped in petals, roots, and whispered spells, dissolve into the water like fragments of forgotten dreams.
Each crystal holds a trace of the night: salt of the sea for cleansing despair, herbs for the heart’s unrest, and blossoms for the soul’s secret grief. As they bloom in your bath, the air fills with a fragrance both melancholic and divine — the perfume of a midnight garden long untended, where beauty and decay entwine like lovers in eternal repose.
Let the warmth draw you downward, as though into the velvet depths of a Poe tale — where rest is not death, but a tender undoing. Rise anew, reborn from the dark, with spirit unburdened and skin kissed by calm.