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Each candle is hand poured in small batches to produce a product that your spooky hearts will love.

10/31/2026

In the stillness of the winter woods, beneath a skeletal canopy, the Winter Witch moves gently through the snow-hushed trees, a quiet keeper of the Old Ways. 🌙❄️

As she walks an ancient path, she brings forth a sacred ritual, transforming raw elements into a celebration of the season:

🌿 The Sky-Born Bough: She raises her hands to the mistletoe—the earthless bough revered by the Druids. For centuries, mistletoe has symbolized life and rebirth. It releases the crisp, festive aroma of pine needles and eucalyptus. Honored in ceremonies believed to hold protective powers, mistletoe serves as a reminder that even in the depths of winter, hope endures.

🍃 The Fire of Oracles: With sun-kissed leaves of bay laurel, she invokes the warmth of Delphic oracles. As the leaves catch the air, they release a deeply aromatic, herbal cloud laced with dark, woody spices. In ancient Greece, these leaves were woven into crowns for victors, symbolizing honor, divinity, and wisdom.

🪵 The Brain of Heaven: Finally, she kindles a golden ember of burning copal, the sacred resin used in rituals by the Maya, who believed it facilitated communication with the divine. The aromatic smoke spirals upward, rich with warm amber, frankincense, and hints of sacred wood, carrying prayers for renewal during this pivotal season.

Light your Winter Witch candle and immerse yourself in this enchanting ritual. Let its glow guide you through the longest night. ✨

Winter Witch will be available on the website 11/1 at 10:00 AM PST.

10/31/2026

Between the weakening autumn sun and the deep winter chill lies a night steeped in history and ancient magic—Halloween. 🍂✨ Have you ever wondered how this mystical evening got its name? “Halloween” is an evolution of “All Hallows’ Eve,” the night before the medieval feast of All Saints’ Day, where “hallow” refers to a holy person. Over centuries of storytelling in Scotland and Ireland, the phrase gradually softened, merging into the word we now speak with reverence.

Long before it adopted this name, the Celts celebrated it as Samhain. This festival, often referred to as the Witch’s New Year, signifies a sacred turning point in the wheel of the year. It marks the end of the harvest season and a time when the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead is at its thinnest. For many practitioners of magic, this is seen as a time to honor the cycles of death and rebirth, reflecting on their lives, remembering their ancestors, and setting intentions for the darker months ahead. As the natural world begins its descent into winter, those in tune with these cycles often find it to be a powerful period for new beginnings, divination, and self-discovery. 🕯️🔮

As you light your candles tonight to guide the spirits home, feel your hearts fill with gratitude. Your incredible support over the past year allows my flame to keep burning, and I am deeply thankful to be part of your sacred spaces.

This year, I dressed up as The Specter from the Poetry set and had an amazing time collaborating with Alicia to bring all my dark fairytale dreams to life! If you are local, I could not more highly recommend her. I already can’t wait to work with her on a bunch of new ideas next year!

Blessed Samhain, Happy Halloween, and may you all have a beautiful New Year ahead. Here’s to a night that is Spookily haunted and eerily lit. 🖤

10/29/2026

Behind the heavy velvet drapes of a grand Victorian parlor, the world grows quiet as the evening fog presses against the glass. Inside, the firelight dances across polished mahogany, spinning a silent, winter’s tale.

Old World Christmas, is the fragrant ghost of those forgotten holiday evenings.

In the warmth of the room, the hearth breathes a slow, comforting sigh of gilded cinnamon and woody nutmeg. Like an antique love letter tucked into a drawer, a whispered secret of soft rose lingers in the shadows, elegantly bound in the sweet cradle of rich vanilla.

Upon the marble mantelpiece sits a treasured winter luxury—bright fruits bursting with the brilliance of candlelit frost. A radiant crown of peppered orange peel and crisp apple, evoke the classic holiday tradition of dressing festive citrus with spicy cloves. A gentle kiss of tonka bean follows, sprinkling luminous notes upon the air like stardust.

As the magnificent warmth deepens, a rich, resinous thread of soft amber weaves its spell through the parlor, capturing the cozy, musky sweetness of glowing embers and anchors the magic of the holiday into your memory.

And from the shadows of the dining hall, a final vintage indulgence calls. A delicate flurry of allspice and clove dances through the air, swirling like the festive steam of a traditional holiday pudding warming beneath a silver dome.

Old World Christmas will be available on 11/1 on the website at 10:00 am pst.

10/29/2026

As the fire’s embers fade on the mystical Eve of Epiphany, they glow softly in the dark, like divine truth waiting to be discovered. A gentle rustle stirs from the chimney, infusing the atmosphere with an air of mystery. Italy’s cherished holiday witch, La Befana, rises from the hearth, her soot-stained cloak trailing the sensation of fallen starlight. Nearby, a dark, steaming cup of robust Italian caffè ristretto awaits, eager to revive her weary spirit; its bitter scent shining like a beacon in the stillness of the night.

She moves through the room, her footsteps a soft whisper on the cool hardwood floor. In the pale moonlight, her weathered hands discover the offerings left by the household: the inviting warmth of sweet caramelized banana pastry, along with the rich scent of an airy holiday brioche swirled with cinnamon and nutty almond meringue.

As the clock tolls, she slips away into the winter night, leaving behind a lingering trace of golden maple, sweet ginger, and rich vanilla bean—a fragrant benediction of old-world magic, released by flickering triple flames.

La Befana invites us to honor the legacy of the past, while guiding us toward renewal, and the enduring enchantment of new beginnings.

La Befana flies onto the web site on 11/1 at 10:00 AM PST.

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10/27/2026

The heavy snow crunches beneath your boots, each breath a foggy gasp of panic. You can hear it behind you—the rhythmic clanking of rusted chains and the deep, guttural scrape of hooves echoing through the darkness of an alpine valley. You are running out of time.

Desperate, you burst through a thick wall of frozen pine branches and stumble into a clearing. The air here shifts instantly. A rustic stone cottage sits nestled in the snow, the comforting scent of hot gingerbread and gooey caramelized marshmallows exhaling from an open window. For a single heartbeat, you think you might be safe. You let your guard down, stepping closer to the warm, sugary promise of the refuge.

Then, the wind dies. The sweet gingerbread fades as you catch a whiff of the hunter. The air becomes laden with the scent of dark to***co, aged oud, and cold ash. The shadows against the trees shift. You weren’t saved; you were herded. You turn slowly as a towering silhouette steps into the firelight, glowing eyes locked onto yours. You have been found.

Krampus will be available on the website on 11/1 at 10:00 am pst.

10/21/2026

The parlor doors creak open... 🚪✨

Step inside a haunted Victorian salon, where the air still hums with the memory of a late-night holiday gathering. This is Holiday Spirits—classic Christmas comfort, but with a ghost story to tell.

Three distinct spirits have materialized to haunt your holiday with an intoxicating nostalgia:

🥛 The Spirit of the Soiree: A massive wave of rich, spiked eggnog. Thick buttercream vanilla, warm nutmeg, and dark rum flood the room with a decadent, liquid gourmand comfort.

🍯 The Golden Phantasm: A sugary crunch of butterscotch and charred bourbon, melts into a dark, velvety layer of wild honey and toasted coconut transforming the holiday treat into an opulent and rich elixir.

🌫️ The Shadow in the Room: A chilling top note of precious saffron is grounded by a quiet whisper of fading fireplace smoke and dark musk lingering on velvet curtains.

It smells like a lavish holiday party abandoned only hours ago—where crystal glasses are left on polished wood, the hearth fire is dying, and a phantom sweetness still hangs heavily in the dark. It is comforting, mysterious, and fiercely addictive.

The music has stopped, but the spirits remain.
Holiday Spirits materializes on the website on 11/1 at 10:00 AM PST. 👇

10/19/2026

A sweet glass of mercy offered by the fireside—glistening sugar plum skins and crushed winter blackberries to stave off the December frost. You drink deeply, entirely unaware the debt has already been incurred. Before the warmth can leave your chest, the poison takes hold. A medicinal glint of camphoraceous star anise and mint cuts through the banquet, initiating a sinister scent alchemy; the icy, sharp camphor physically cools the heavy, jammy fruit, stripping away the kitchen’s comfort and creating an atmosphere that is clinical, isolated.

As the trap tightens, the dark berries collide with a sharp, nutty spike of natural bitter almond. This is where the interplay becomes dangerous—the raw almond carries a faint, dark cherry-pit facet that bleeds directly into the plum skins, deepening their sweetness into an intoxicating, boozy haze, while its sharp chemical edge creates an oneiric psychological discomfort. It leaves an unmistakable, vintage illusion of pure silver cyanide coating the throat.

Finally, the festive parlor completely decays. The initial sweetness is dragged six feet deep by an undercurrent of smoking myrrh and dark, tarry labdanum resin. The woodsmoke wraps tightly around the medicinal sting of the anise, mutating it into something thick, toxic, and ritualistic. Anchored by the damp, petrified moss of an open winter grave, the notes entwine to create an atmosphere of dread. You have been beautifully undone, left to fade into the quiet dark of a freezing attic while the holiday festivities carry on downstairs without you. 🩸❄️

Hexmas will be ready to haunt your holidays on 11/1 on the website at 10:00 AM PST.

10/15/2026

Winter is the true crucible of the spooky season, a time when our half of the earth surrenders to the dark. While autumn merely flirts with shadows, a northern winter colonizes them, stretching the long hours of night until the sun becomes a fleeting afterthought. It is a season inherently gothic—defined by skeletal branches clawing at an iron sky, a deathly silence over muffled landscapes, and the way the quiet forces us indoors to confront the ghosts of our own thoughts. Gothmas is born from this beautiful, melancholic darkness. It rejects the synthetic sugar of typical holiday cheer to celebrate the heavy, cozy insulation of hiding away while the night reigns supreme.

At the heart of this sanctuary is an abyssal dark roast coffee, completely stripped of generic, syrupy sweetness. Its sweetness is intentionally faint—carrying only a whisper of black molasses and the natural caramelization of heavily roasted beans. This bitter, velvety espresso note serves as the rigid spine of the fragrance, subverting the cliché vanilla-latte warmth of standard holiday blends. As the scent unfurls, an ancient, resinous whisper of smoked oud collides with the brew, morphing the familiar coffee into something deeply nocturnal, as if steeped over an open fire in an ancient stone cathedral. Rich, complex resins bridge these forces, trapping the bitter oils and parched smoke in their heavy, simmering clasp, while a sharp crown of spicy clove cuts through the dense fog with a ritualistic, warming heat. This creates a sensory haven where the bitter warmth of the earth meets a mystical, woody incense, leaving a haunting, velvety trail that redefines holiday warmth.

10/13/2026

When you light Pagan Moon and Ravenous in unison, you step into a forgotten age—the collapsing of time walking the line between harvest survival and the approaching cold.

✨ The Alchemy of the Scent Scape
Side-by-side, these blends weave a single story as they burn together. Top notes of crisp air and green pumpkin vines merge into the warmth of freshly baked cornbread and honey butter. Field-sweet brown sugar bridges into the spiced nostalgia of pumpkin pie and caramelized pralines—the safety of the last feast inside a cabin as frost cracks the windowpanes.

✨ The Dark Bridge & Coming Cold
As wicks burn deeper, joy shifts to the quiet dread of winter. The fields’ heavy heart—hay barrels, toasted nutmeg, and earthy patchouli—grounds the forest’s untamed depth. Bakery notes evolve as apple c***r and fallen leaves give way to a dense woodland of dark woods, crushed pink pepper, and aged balsamic.

The mystical bite of black licorice and a base of leather and farmhouse woods twist around a bitter pulse of dark roasted espresso. A sudden sting of blood orange cuts through smoke like autumn’s final sunset. Sweet pumpkin and rich butter transform into a ghost of plenty as a heavy shroud of charred ash, myrrh, and soft amber falls. You can smell the exact moment the harvest ends, fields go empty, and winter begins to creep.

We have celebrated the harvest, and we are enduring the first winter frost...

✨ A Premonition of January: Sunless
What happens when the light dies completely?
In January, starvation sets in. We enter midwinter, our bodies straining against brutal cold. With hearth fire gone, the air turns sharp with bitter frost, frozen pine needles, and winter ozone.

Under snow, the earth plunges into wild mushroom, wet woodland moss, decay, and the metallic musk of a frozen forest floor. Standing in the freezing dark, you breathe in churned topsoil, rich peat, and the heavy smoke of a dying campfire. A sharp air of dry creosote, desert resin, and petrified wood hangs in the atmosphere—the smell of a world stripped of life.

The sky goes black. The marrow freezes. Prepare for Sunless. 🖤

10/07/2026

Embark on an enchanting journey through the scents of time. ✨ On November 1st at 10:00 AM PST, ten magical fragrances will reveal themselves, emerging from the depths of folklore and tradition—except for one sinister scent that carries a poisoned curse, because, well, it’s the holidays! 🎄⚰️ They can call forth a bit of darkened drama! 😂😈 Each fragrance tells a story, inviting you to partake in a holiday season rich with history and meaning. Mark your calendars and prepare for the magic that awaits. 🎉🌙✨

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