Circe’s Garden

06/22/2026

Yall I am so stoked. All those big tall plants in front of my house there? I know it looks like it, but they ain’t weeds. It’s all wild lettuce, which, in about 2 more weeks, will have some great pain relief potency. 😁

11/15/2025

First attempt at making my own hair conditioner and oh my Goddess does it smell DIVINE, like hibiscus frosting 🤤 Yesterday on the day of Venus I infused aloe water with marshmallow root, calendula and hibiscus. Whipped it with shea butter, coconut oil, argan oil and honey today. Really excited about this! I’ll be making an entire line with matching shampoo and leave in oil. Designed to be color safe and extra moisturizing ❤️ If it tests well it will be available through Circe’s Garden Apothecary 🥰

11/13/2025

11/12/2025

10/02/2025

✨🌙 Circe’s Garden Small Batch Release 🌙✨

A very limited number of Golden Fly Agaric tinctures are now available — locally harvested and ritually crafted on the Day of the Moon, in Her sacred hour.

Each 1 oz amber dropper bottle carries the forest’s glow and lunar blessing.
🍄 Price: $30 (per 1 oz)
⚪ Limited run — when they’re gone, they’re gone.

🔮 DM to claim yours.

07/31/2025

Whipped up this little black beeswax tea light from leftover ritual wax. Infused it with belladonna oil I brewed myself—grown from seed and mingled with crossroads cemetery dirt. I topped it off with more dried belladonna from the same plant.

It’s small, but charged! And honestly adorable lol. And definitely meant for something special!! 🤔

07/15/2025

For the last two years, I’ve been journeying through the bloodlines of my ancestry.

I began with the known ones—my more recent dead—then followed the pull deeper: to the Slavic roots beneath my skin, to the Scythian blood pulsing wild in my bones. I traced the thread across the steppes, and it led me home—through Troy, where my bones stirred… to Ephesus, where my blood remembered… to Lagina, where the fire was rekindled… and to Aphrodisias, where my heart finally opened.

My soul remembers. And it has returned.

🗝️ The first image is of the Scythian steppes—the warrior, the record-keeper, the one who remembers.
🔥 The second is Anatolia—the priestess, the torchbearer, the one who walks between worlds.

Yesterday, I sent out for the final prototype of the Oracle of the Wild Sovereign—the deck I’ve poured my lineage and flame into, the one I will soon bring forth through Kickstarter.

She is coming.

I have returned.
The Wild Sovereign is rising.

If you feel the call of ancient memory, of sovereign wildness, of priestess bones awakening—stay close. The threshold is near.