A Pale Kiss - Mistletoe Pendant Necklace

Worn beneath the solstice moon. Gathered by golden blade.

Suspended in resin like frost caught mid-fall, a single sprig of mistletoe rests — pale, haunting, and laced with the hush of sacred winter rites. Known to the Druids as the soul of the oak, mistletoe was once gathered by moonlight with a golden sickle, its fall caught in linen to prevent it touching the earth. To let it fall was to spill its magic.

Held between branches where nothing else dares grow, this strange plant was revered as a gift from the gods — a charm of healing, fertility, and peace. In times of war, enemies would lay down arms beneath it. In times of dark, it was hung above doorways to ward off death and invite blessings in.

A Pale Kiss is not the warmth of summer’s embrace, but the stillness between snowflakes, the quiet heartbeat of deep winter. It is a love that endures, a truce sealed without words, a spell unspoken but deeply known.

Wear it as a whisper of the old ways. An evergreen charm beneath the year’s last sky.