





Myrkova's Rite: Scented Candle
Myrkova's first Spell. Lit for the dark half of the year.
Crisp apple and green leaves, deepened by cedarwood and a trace of cinnamon, settling into moss and vanilla.
Spell · Flame
Order by 19 December to have it before Christmas.

A candle for the last harvest.
At the last harvest on Imra, supper is left for the dead while the living go to the sauna. A candle is lit beside the extra bowl.
In some houses, no one remembers whose place was first laid. The bowl is washed and set out again each autumn.
Myrkova's Rite
Complete the rite
The candle holds the spell while it burns. The diffuser keeps the room hexed when the flame is out. Add it — or take the full bundle.
Myrkova's first Spell. Lit for the dark half of the year.
As the flame begins to burn, crisp apple, green leaves and green mandarin give way to cedarwood, dry woods, sandalwood and patchouli, warmed by a trace of cinnamon. Vanilla, musk, moss and warm woods linger long after the flame.
Handmade in Helsinki - Crafted in small batches by Osmia
Inspired by Finland - Designed by Hexed
⚠ Safety information · Warning (GHS07): may cause an allergic skin reaction · harmful to aquatic life · keep out of reach of children — click for full details
WARNING (GHS07) · UFI: 7EM0-U0GH-F00W-AJV3
Harmful to aquatic life with long lasting effects. May cause an allergic skin reaction. Keep out of reach of children.
Ingredients: Coconut oil, stearin (from vegetable oil), paraffin, fragrance. Contains: pinene, limonene, linalool.
Use & fire safety: Never leave a burning candle unattended. Burn out of reach of children and pets. Leave at least 10 cm between burning candles. Burn only on a non-flammable surface and away from flammable materials.
Net weight 150 g · burn time approx. 30 h. Manufacturer and responsible legal entity: Osmia Oy, Finland.
Choose options






Light it when the world grows quiet.
Born from the old Finnish nights of Kekri
Fragments of Imra — I
The deeper I went, the warmer it smelled. I can't explain it better than that. Like a house where someone has been baking all day, except there was no house, only trees and the ground going soft under my boots.
I saw the deer before they saw me. Or maybe they had known all along. Two of them, close together under the old spruces. Neither one moved. I stood there until my hands went cold, and then I turned back.
That night by the fire I could still smell the forest on my coat. It stayed until morning.
Some evenings you bring the forest home with you.



Myrkova's Rite
What the Spell is made of
Turn the scrolls
The rite in sound
Listen to the rite
You can hear a scent before you can smell it. We gathered the music that was playing while this one was made — bitter and bright at the start, moss and earth in the middle, warm woods at the end.
The player is loaded from Spotify only when you press play.


