you’re torn between tears—like a child—and pleasure—like an adult, for the first time, trapped but freer than you’ve ever been.

your feet are chilled as you wander through the cathedral-like caves of your underground palace, waiting for your austere new lover to return from their day with the dead. in your mouth the rosy sweetness of those fatal pomegranate seeds lingers, even as you pick up a pear from a golden bowl and bite into it, letting the nectar drip down your chin. the scent of clean, dark, freezing water from the nearby river styx fills the still air. while you still weep salt tears for the summer and the sun on your face, you know they’ll soon be wiped away. no more prayers for the spring: you’re held in the rich, sensual jaws of the underworld.

forbidden fruit is the most delicious, but you knew that.

PERSEPHONE WEEPS is our candle that tells a SEPTEMBER story.

Notes: styx water— pomegranate leaf — anjou pear

coming soon – bring us back six 4oz pots in good condition and we’ll give you a new one, for free, with our love.