Bonefire

Bonefire
Before the bonfire, there was the bone fire.
Long before fire became festival, it was ritual. Across the old traditions of Britain and beyond, great fires were lit at turning points in the year — to mark the seasons, honour the dead, protect the living and burn away what could no longer be carried forward.
Bonefire captures that ancient fire.
The unmistakable scent of birch smoke rises dark and dry, evoking blackened wood, glowing embers and the smoke curling into a cold night sky. There is something primal about it — earthy, smoky and slightly haunting, like standing at the edge of an ancient woodland while the fire burns down to its bones.
A scent for Samhain nights, winter rites, old forests and forgotten traditions.
For what must be burned.
For what must be remembered.
For the old ways.
Bonefire — where the old things burn