ST NICKS CHIMNEY / soot, woods, cinnamon stick

Akin to those magical last moments of Christmas Eve. You make your way ever so quietly back downstairs. Comforting notes of soot and smouldering woods rise up to greet you from the glowing embers of the fireplace. A whisper of cinnamon lingers in the air, echoing the indulgence of an evening well spent. Heart full, your gaze turns to the hearth. Amidst an ashen shroud, hints of aged leather, tobacco and spice unfurl before you… Could it be?