Midnight Static

At the edge of sleep, the world goes quiet. The chatter, the noise, the constant hum of the day begins to fade, and then there it is: the faint crackle of midnight static.

It is the sound of distance, of deep space signals drifting across the dark. It is also the comfort of an old radio left playing in the corner, soft sparks filling the silence.

Midnight Static blends black pepper with the hush of lavender, folds in smoked vanilla and resin, and grounds it all in sandalwood and amberwood. It is smoky, warm, and just floral enough to soften the edges.

When the flame flickers, it feels like a steady signal in the dark. Not loud, not showy, but a hum you can rest inside.