“Green Chorus” Soy Wax Candle by Marvel + Moon
Comes in a 3oz tin
Sing along with the Green Chorus, a candle that blends bright, citrusy bergamot with earthy hemp, evoking the astral hazes of Courtney & the Haunted Bong. Adorned with shimmering mica powder & a confetti bong charm, the Green Chorus is a talisman that glows like an interdimensional portal open to the stoned mystic & the time-traveling poet. Let its scent be the spell that guides you through dream-smoke & haunted worlds.
SCENT NOTES: Hemp. Bergamot.
ADORNMENTS: Shimmering Mica Powder. Confetti Bong Charm.
QUOTES ABOUT THE BOOK:
The raw emotion in these pieces is fucking palpable. Courtney wholeheartedly dives into the messy, uncomfortable parts of being human. This book is visceral, sensual, and full of the sensory. It's such an immersive experience that engages the reader on multiple levels. Like, in "Intro the Burn," the line "I crawl myself among trees / sticky floras, leaking blood"—I feel like I am coated in this line. This book lingers in the mind long after you've finished reading it. I mean, come on…"I pull back the skin / of my dewy face" is hauntingly beautiful and deeply unsettling yet so dedicated to calling to truth. It’s gross and stunning and that's all I want. Courtney isn’t afraid to lay it all bare. She tackles tough subjects with a directness that is both refreshing and impactful and shows no mercy in writing these poems in her own way.
—Trista Edwards, author of Spectral Evidence
In this “interdimensional trip” by Courtney Leigh, a bong rip is never just a bong rip–it is magical working, inner alchemy, and finding radical wholeness. We see her in communion with elementals (“I’m on a mountain with a gnome telling my fortune, says I am ground-people & I’ll only ever touch the moon with my toes”); on sojourns of outer dimensions (“I’m being abducted by extraterrestrials, dissociating from a new world”); reckoning with demons in deeper psychic circles (“masks I’ve created, unveiled in my waking, monsters I must eliminate”); ruminating on the state of socio-politics (“I eat a compassion pop midnight-doom-scroll-snack & when I get down to the stick, the joke is there’s no empathy here to consume”; “My vibe is a mix of fuck the system & love one another”); and, above all, choosing herself (“I am love / I am loved / I love & it doesn’t have to take me”). A bong can be a girl's best friend and/or worst nightmare, but no matter the trip, Courtney Leigh is always real, always at home in her psychonautic journeys, in these visionary poems, transmissions from her own lush, green multiverse.
—Kim Vodicka, author of The Elvis Machine