FIRE OF AMBITION

When intention flickers, fire remembers.
Some days the will quiets—buried beneath doubt, momentum lost, edges softened. Fire teaches a quieter truth:
heat does not disappear,
it waits.

This mist awakens that waiting ember.
Blood Orange opens the breath with bright clarity,
Black Pepper sharpens the pulse,
Nutmeg and Clove warm the mind into focus—
a slow, steady ignition rather than a spark.

Mist into the air or over the objects that hold your daily work.
Let the scent rise, settle, then move through you.

Your ritual
• Mist once. Pause.
• Feel the inhale meet the chest—warm, grounding.
• Place a hand over your sternum, noticing where energy stirs.
• Let purpose surface at its own pace, without strain.

A reminder carried on warm air:
The fire is still here.
It only needed room to breathe.