Witch’s Fire is the vanilla I’ve been calling forth for ages, a smoky, vanilla elixir that feels born from ritual flames. It opens with molten lava like vanilla extrait, dark and decadent, wrapped in smoke that moves through the air like smoke winding through the night after a fire has just been whispered out. The vanilla absolutes used here are unlike anything I’ve smelled before darker, earthier, woodier, richer, just a bit spicier, and smooth like ambered syrup. The birch tar adds the impression of smoke drifting through a forest clearing, fresh burning wood, cool air, and embered leaves. It’s what keeps the vanillas alive and grounded, creating this beautiful, wild sweetness. Witch’s Fire smells and feels like vanilla alchemy, both sacred and sensual, like tending your own veiled flame in the dark while connecting to something deeper and sweeter.
It performs beautifully, easily 6+ hours on my skin with a rich, steady projection…cozy, natural, with hypnotic rhythm. Witch’s Fire is both comforting and enchanting, grounding yet evoking, as if the scent itself remembers the smoke that birthed it. It’s a flame you wear that’s dark and warm, and leaves trails of smoke and sweetness wherever you go. Witch’s Fire is stunning on its own, but also married with other resinous and/or woody frags in particular. If you are looking for a smoky vanilla that smells natural, intoxicating and magical Witches Fire is for you🖤