Sourdough Troubles
A warlock with a sinister contract.
A spreading blight.
A forbidden shifter I can’t seem to stay away from.
All three ignite when the gypsy wagons of the Carnival Cauchemar roll into town. You’d think I’d be exempt from more hexes and hijinks, what with me hiding away and minding my own business on my cider farm, but apparently not.
When I anger the curse leeching off my family’s spell book, I’m forced to leave my refuge for countermeasures just in time to be sucked into an underground of shady deals, endangered friends, maybe one or two opportunities for stolen kisses with a certain lumbersnack shifter, and a creature most terrifying: a warlock.
It seems I’ve spirited a cursed spell book away to an even more cursed town, and if the stakes weren’t grave before, they certainly are now. Something’s affecting my magic, and if Sawyer, the Crafting Circle, and I don’t figure it out soon, I can say goodbye to lazy afternoon naps and Thursday night cocktails. Permanently.
The answers to all our questions—including the truth about the grimoire curse—lead us into the heart of an old forest, the one place Grandmother has always forbidden us to go.
Well, a witch has to break the rules sometime.

Cozy Pairings

Witches Brew is an earthy and softly floral fragrance that opens with warm clove and gentle spice, creating an immediate sense of familiarity. At its heart, delicate violet brings a subtle sweetness that lifts and softens the richness of dark patchouli. The base is deep and grounding, with smoky, woodsy notes that linger in the air, balanced by a soft warmth. Smooth and atmospheric, this scent feels both comforting and a little unexpected, blending warmth, earth, and soft florals into something subtly captivating.
Why we chose this: A witch on the run from her own coven, hiding in a small Indiana town with a cursed grimoire in her farmhouse crawlspace, a pain-in-the-butt familiar, pixies in the walls, and a lumberjack shifter she is absolutely not daydreaming about. Witches Brew carries the earthy, cottagecore warmth of a series where old magic keeps arriving uninvited at the most inconvenient possible moments, the scent of a farmhouse hearth where something is always simmering and the wards are always being tested. It is the candle for every book in this series. Light this candle and let the grounding warmth of patchouli and clove fill the room like a cozy farmhouse on a rainy afternoon where the grimoire is locked in the basement and the cider is almost ready.