An elegant holiday soirée of pomegranate gin cocktails and rose-rhubarb punch ensorceled by a dark fae enchantment of olibanum, opoponax, black amber, and Guaiac wood kissed with pink pepper and clove.
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen—and kissed me there.
— Walter de la Mare
Art: Rafael Kirshner, 1901
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