Gloam + Pestle
Apothecary of Bone & Bloom
In the hush of the in-between — that dusky hour when shadow and sun exchange their vows — there is a place where stories settle in bottles, where bones speak in whispers, and where every bloom is gathered with purpose.
Gloam + Pestle was born not in trend, but in truth — forged in the quiet rituals of our shared life: the crafting, the conjuring, the knowing.
One of us is a Witch by blood and bone, a reader of cards and keeper of keys — one who works not in vague intention, but in desire, need, and the raw shaping of reality. The other, a Hexxling in bloom — a student of spellcraft, a jeweler of shadows with a penchant for the Unseelie, and a devotee of the Annihilating Feminine.
Together, we gather relics from the wild and the worn. We craft objects that are not just beautiful — but vital. Workable. Ritual-born. From the brutal to the ravishing, the sacred to the strange — we craft for the witches, mystics, and practitioners who do the work.
We do not follow trends. We honor tradition.
We do not mass-produce. We consecrate.
We do not entertain spectacle. We serve the serious, the strange, and the sovereign.
From botanical brews to bonework charms, from grimoire ephemera to heirloom talismans — every item from Gloam + Pestle is a fragment of folklore, a piece of twilight, a whispered offering from the edge of the veil.
Gloam + Pestle
A Ritual Experience.
Welcome to the Apothecary.
Meet the Team
Michael Blackthorn
Founder
About Michael Blackthorn
Witch. Diviner. Word-worker. Root-walker.
Claimed by the craft, not called. Michael Blackthorn walks the crooked path not as trend, but as truth — shaped by fire, by failure, by the long, bone-deep work of becoming. A reader of stars, a stitcher of spells, a speaker of things most would rather leave unsaid.
His practice is not soft. It is sacred. It is not palatable. It is precise. Born of bloodline and battle, it carries the weight of ancestors, the sting of banishment, the blessing of rebellion. This is Witchcraft with dirt under its nails, grief in its roots, and power in its pulse.
Michael works in tarot and traditional astrology, in herbalism and charmcraft, in the ancient, unruly rites of the folk Witch. Every card pulled, every oil blended, every poppet crocheted is a devotional act — not to spectacle, but to function. This is work that does.
He does not offer guidance for the faint-hearted. He offers tools for those who remember who they are — or are ready to.
Founder of House of Blackthorn. Voice of Not Every Witch. Co-creator of Gloam + Pestle. His words do not soothe. They stir. They strike. They summon.
Come willing. Come raw. But come ready. The work is waiting.
Michael Kenyon Founder
About Michael Kenyon
Hexxling. Artisan. Devotee of the Divine Undone.
Born beneath the weight of Southern skies and sharpened by silence, Michael Kenyon walks the edge where the sacred fractures — and still sings. He is not of the old guard. He is the reckoning.
A child of angels and fury alike, Michael speaks with spirits few dare name. His practice is one of communion — with the Christed wound, with the serpent-crowned, with the Faerie and the forgotten. His altar holds both Medusa and the Madonna, both fury and forgiveness. And his art? It is elegy and invocation stitched in metal and motion.
Through Wayward Wearables, he creates relics for the misfit, the mourner, the muse — those cast out, cut down, or left unheard. He crafts not adornment, but armor. Jewelry as sigil. Beauty as resistance. Aesthetic as spell.
He is a student of the Annihilating Feminine — the dark muse, the bloody hymn, the voice beneath the floorboards. Where others fear softness or shadow, he turns toward the abyss with open palms.
At Gloam + Pestle, Michael brings the enchantment: the glint, the glamour, the gravity. He is the hand behind the ironwork, the eye that catches what others overlook, the heart that says, “You are not too much. You are divine.”
The Archivist + The Fledgling
Druscilla Dejesus - Headmistress of the Archives
Blixa Borealis - The Fledgling
Every apothecary worth its sigils needs guardians. Ours come cloaked in fur and full of ancient schemes.
Druscilla DeJesus – Headmistress of the Archives
Druscilla DeJesus presides over the House with the elegance of a disgraced duchess and the authority of an ancient librarian who’s misplaced the grimoire on purpose. Her domain? The Vital Records. Her duty? Ensuring every charm, oil, and order is catalogued — or at least dramatically lounged upon.
With eyes like stormglass and a glare that could hex a king, she is the final arbiter of boxes, sunbeams, and uninvited spirits. Question her and find your ritual notes mysteriously paw-edited.
She does not purr. She proclaims.
Blixa Borealis – The Fledgling
Blixa did not walk in from the alley — she rode the aurora borealis straight into our lives. A gleaming wisp of mischief and marvel, Blixa Borealis is not a familiar, not yet. She is something rarer: a Fledgling. One paw in this world, one in the next. Watching. Learning. Plotting.
She follows Michael Blackthorn with quiet curiosity, tangling yarn, swatting herbs, and whispering in mews too deliberate to be chance. She is chaos with velvet feet. Magic not-yet-named. A prophecy in progress.
She is also banned from the altar. Again.
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