While The Cicadas Sang

Summer's heat still desperately hangs on, refusing to surrender to autumn. The air is heavy with humidity, the cicadas sing without pause, and a cold glass of lemon iced tea sweats in your hand beneath the afternoon sun. The days are long and golden, but the nights have begun to cool, carrying the first quiet promise of autumn. It is the season caught between holding on and letting go. While The Cicadas Sang is a tribute to those final weeks of summer, blending the brightness of lemon iced tea with humid air, honeyed warmth, weathered woods, and the soft impression of sun-dried cotton. Familiar yet unexpected, it wears like the memory of an August afternoon you'll wish had lasted just a little longer. Notes: Lemon Iced Tea • Humid Summer Air • Sun-Warmed Cedar • Golden Honey • Beeswax • Weathered Woods • Sun-Dried Cotton