May EveThere is a night when the veil thins just enough for the earth to breathe differently. Its the threshold of Summer, and its a time of celebration. Dark fruit rises first, rich lingonberry and blackcurrant, deep and full like something ripened under lengthening days. Then a spark of lemon cuts through, bright and alive, like flame catching at dusk. It is both grounding and electric. A balance of shadows worlds. Ritual Use: Light as a threshold. Set