Collection: Offering Bowls

From the gnarled embrace of ancient trees, where the veils of time grow thin and the breath of the unseen lingers, I have conjured forth these vessels... each a cradle for sacred tribute, each a whispering relic of devotion.

With fire as my quill and the patience of ages in my hands, I inscribe them in freehand pyrography... runes that murmur secrets to the gods, wending knots that ensnare the spirits of the wild. No cold and careless machine has touched them; only the will of hand and flame has called them into being.

Crafted to hold offerings of mead, fruit, or the bounteous gifts of the earth, they are food-safe, yet steeped in the old ways. To place them upon your altar is to summon the hush of the deep forest, the watchful eyes in the dark, the hush of ravens in the boughs. To set them upon the feast table is to invite the presence of those who walk unseen, that the bond between kin and kindred, mortal and beyond, may never wither.