Collection: The House of Purification

🜂 Where The First Fire Still Breathes

Before kingdoms rose and empires fell, there was a chamber of light. The Per Wab — the House of Purification — where priests stood in silence as curls of sacred smoke wove through the air, dissolving shadow, exalting spirit, and aligning all with the eternal law of Ma’at. It was here that impurity was undone, and radiance was born.

The Haus of Alchemy calls that fire forward once more. Each month, The House of Purification arrives in rhythm with moon and solstice, with equinox and celestial tide — not as objects, but as invocations, continuations of an ancient rhythm.

To enter this House is not to receive a package. It is to inherit a lineage. The same smoke that sanctified temples now rises in your own space, binding past to present, spirit to cosmos, breath to flame.