Unusual Sweetness
The first thing that hits you. Not floral. Not fruity. Something darker. Like burnt caramel from another world.
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Aus den uralten Drachenbäumen von Sokotra — der Insel, die die Zeit vergaß. Sein tiefrotes Harz wurde seit dem Altertum für Schutz, Reinigung und das Setzen von Grenzen verwendet.
Der Rauch, den Schamanen und Heiler verwenden, um Energie zu klären und Grenzen zu setzen.
Schafft einen Schild aus Absicht. Für Neuanfänge und das Beenden von Kapiteln.
Von einer der isoliertesten Inseln der Erde. Unverändert seit Jahrtausenden.
Nie wieder ohne. Erhalte Sokotrisches Drachenblut in deiner bevorzugten Frequenz und spare 20% bei jeder Lieferung. Jederzeit kündbar.
Zum Verbrennen (heiliger Rauch):
Zur Ölinfusion (Schutzmischung)
Sokotrisches Drachenblut stammt von Dracaena cinnabari. Der einzige Ort auf der Erde, wo diese Bäume wachsen, ist Sokotra — eine UNESCO-Insel 240 Kilometer vom Horn von Afrika entfernt.
Dies ist nicht das gewöhnliche Drachenblut, das anderswo verkauft wird. Das meiste 'Drachenblut' auf dem Markt stammt von indonesischen Rattanpalmen. Andere Spezies. Andere Chemie. Etwas völlig anderes.
Was du bekommst, ist das Original. Das Harz, das die alten Römer auf dem Weihrauchpfad handelten. Das karmesinrote Harz, das mittelalterliche Alchemisten für Transformation suchten.
Versand: Bestellungen versenden wir innerhalb eines Werktags aus unserem Lager in Polen oder Kalifornien, je nachdem was näher ist. Kostenloser Versand ab 85€. Weltweiter Versand.
Rückgabe: Wir bieten eine 30-Tage-Zufriedenheitsgarantie. Wenn das Drachenblut deine Erwartungen nicht erfüllt, sende das ungenutzte Harz für volle Rückerstattung zurück, auch nach dem Öffnen.
Manche von uns absorbieren alles. Die Stimmungen anderer Menschen. Räume, die hängen bleiben. Energie, die uns nach Hause folgt. Wir brauchen etwas Schärferes als Salbei, um zu reinigen, was nicht hingehört.
Du betrittst einen Raum und spürst es. Die Anspannung von jemandem. Ihr unausgesprochenes Chaos. Bevor du gehst, trägst du etwas, das <em>nie dir gehörte</em>. Und du kannst es nicht <strong>ablegen</strong>.
Etwas kreist. Du hast Salbei versucht. Kristalle. Positives Denken. <em>Nichts davon reinigt</em>, was gereinigt werden muss. Es braucht etwas Älteres. Etwas mit <strong>Feuer</strong>.
Irgendwo hast du gelernt, dich <em>kleiner</em> zu machen. Anzupassen. Und jetzt fragst du dich, wohin deine Kraft gegangen ist. Wohin dieses <strong>Feuer</strong> verschwunden ist.
Die Sensiblen sollten sich nie verstecken. Sie sollten brennen. Raum einnehmen ohne Entschuldigung. Grenzen halten, die keine Erklärung brauchen.
Jahrtausendelang war dieses karmesinrote Harz die Medizin derer, die beschützen. Krieger. Alchemisten. Heiler. Jene, die dazwischen stehen.
From absorbing to sovereign. From invaded to protected.
What happens when you burn Socotran Dragon's Blood? It's not subtle. It's not gentle. It's exactly what you need.
Within 90 seconds of lighting Dragon's Blood, the shift is unmistakable. The thick, crimson smoke doesn't ask permission. It moves through your space like fire through dry wood. What's been stuck starts to move. What doesn't serve starts to leave.
Light one piece. Walk the smoke through your space while speaking aloud: "What doesn't serve me, leave. What drains me, release." Feel the fierceness. This isn't meditation. This is claiming.
"Ich habe alles versucht, um die Energie meines Ex aus meiner Wohnung zu bekommen. Das war das Einzige, was funktioniert hat. Der Rauch fühlt sich an, als würde er tatsächlich reinigen, nicht nur überdecken."
Dragon's Blood doesn't create walls. It creates fire. An energetic boundary that doesn't just keep things out. It makes clear that certain things cannot stay. This is protection for the sensitive ones who are tired of being permeable.
"Als Empath brauche ich das. Nach schweren Kliententagen ist es das Einzige, was die Energie zurücksetzt. Sofortige Klarheit."
Every time you played small, dimmed your light, accommodated when you should have stood firm. You gave away a piece of your power. Dragon's Blood helps you call it back.
"Ich verbrenne es, bevor ich mich an schwierige Grenzen-Gespräche setze. Es gibt mir Rückgrat. Buchstäblich das Feuer, das ich brauchte."
Unlike other resins, Dragon's Blood has almost no scent until heated. Place it on the coal and watch it melt like blood. Then the room changes.
The first thing that hits you. Not floral. Not fruity. Something darker. Like burnt caramel from another world.
Dense. Earthy. A warmth that borders on spice. Like standing in a temple that hasn't been opened for a thousand years.
A hint of burntness. Leather aged in forgotten places. This is the smell of something that has witnessed millennia. Nothing else smells like this.
One rare resin. Three transformative rituals.
Rooted in 6,000 years of wisdom.
Pick the ritual that calls to you:
Light charcoal outdoors. Wait until it glows grey with fine ash. Set your intention.
Place a single tear on the coal. Watch the smoke spiral upward instantly.
Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. Let the scent ground your nervous system.
Crush resin into powder. Place in jar with organic Jojoba or Almond oil.
Place on sunny windowsill for 28 days. Shake daily with intention.
Anoint candles, doorways, wrists, altar tools. Use before ritual work, difficult conversations, or any moment you need to stand in your power.
Most "dragon's blood" on the market is Indonesian palm resin. A cheaper substitute that shares the name but nothing else. True Dragon's Blood comes from one place. An island so isolated, so strange, it's called the most alien place on Earth.
Socotra has been isolated for 20 million years. A third of its plants exist nowhere else on Earth. The dragon blood tree evolved here in total separation from the world. What grows on this island cannot be replicated anywhere else.
Dracaena cinnabari is classified Vulnerable by the IUCN. The threat isn't harvesting. It's overgrazing by goats, climate change, and cyclones that prevent new trees from growing. The resin is collected only when it naturally exudes from the bark. No trees are cut.
Indonesian "dragon's blood" comes from Daemonorops draco, a rattan palm. It's cheap. It's everywhere. And it's not what medieval alchemists sought, what ancient Romans called "cinnabari," what legends named after dragons. This is the original. From the original trees. On the original island.
Most will never hold the real thing.
You will.
True Socotran Dragon's Blood from the most alien island on Earth. Hand-harvested. Sustainably sourced. For those ready to clear what doesn't belong.
Burn the resin before difficult conversations. Before entering spaces that drain you. Before you need to stand in your power. Within 30 days, the smoke becomes a signal. Your body learns what it means.
Scent meets intention.
Light the resin. Set your intention. Clear your space or yourself. You're teaching your nervous system that this smoke means it's time to stand firm.
Your body remembers first.
Something shifts. The moment the crimson smoke rises, you feel yourself straightening. Stronger. What once took conscious effort now happens on its own.
One breath brings you back.
Now you don't need the full ritual. Light the resin before a difficult meeting, a draining family visit, entering a space that pulls at you. One breath and your body knows exactly what to do.
This is scent as spiritual armor.
Your protection, waiting in the smoke.
For centuries, Dragon Blood has been reserved for sultans and mystics.
Today, most resin is diluted, synthesized, or stripped of its soul. Not ours.
The top 1% of Socotran harvest — the same purity once reserved for sultans and sacred ceremony.
Gathered from centuries-old trees tapped once yearly to preserve potency.
Safe to burn, steep, or apply to skin. Zero fillers, zero synthetic oils — just crystallized tree resin.
Partner families harvesting these trees for five generations. Every order plants a Boswellia sacra seedling.
"Ich habe 7 Marken vor Sacrasoul probiert. Nichts kommt an diese Reinheit heran."
"Der Duft hat meine Praxis transformiert. Endlich verstehe ich, was 'heilig' bedeutet."
"Das einzige Harz, das ich für Reinigung verwende. Kraftvoll und rein."
Sacred Promise
Use Sacrasoul for 30 days. If your space doesn't feel more still, more sacred, we'll gladly refund you for the unused portion.
We harvest this resin by hand from sacred frankincense trees in Oman.
We know what you're receiving. You will too.
Sacred Reciprocity
5% of every order plants a Boswellia sapling in Dhofar and supports the harvesting families who've tended these groves for generations.
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From the mystical island of Socotra. Deep crimson resin with a rich, exotic aroma unlike anything else.