A Year in Layers
The Crofter’s Year moves through the seasons in one continuous burn. Spring opens with sharp gorse; summer fades in with cut hay; autumn settles into bracken; winter ends in soot. No switches. No restarts. Just change, as it happens.


The Working Calendar
Crofters didn’t need dates. They read time in chores. Haymaking meant midsummer. Bracken gathering meant harvest’s end. The year was known by its demands. This candle follows that logic—measured not by months, but by what’s in the air.
No Romance Required
This isn’t pastoral escapism. The scents are grounded, almost blunt. Gorse pricks. Hay thickens. Bracken breaks down. Soot lingers. The Crofter’s Year doesn’t idealise subsistence—it reports it.

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