Private Communion Car Freshie

2026-03-09T00:13:16-05:00

Private Communion, our darkest act of devotion. It opens with the hush of old hardwood and rising smoke, thick and intoxicating, like stepping into an abandoned church where the air is heavy with secrets never spoken aloud. The pews are empty, the doors locked, the communion rail still waiting at the front. You know exactly where to kneel.

This is worship stripped of daylight. Warm wood presses close, smoke curls around you, and the silence feels almost indecent. It is the slow burn of reverence turning into hunger, the kind of faith that asks you to bow your head and open yourself completely. In this secluded sanctuary, pleasure feels sacred and surrender feels holy. Just you, on your knees, breath unsteady, receiving what you came for and calling it devotion.

Scent: pine, cypress, eucalyptus, mint, smoke, tonka bean, patchouli, amber, sandalwood, vanilla, musk, saffron, clove, incense, smoke

BGE: Glory Hole-leluia