The night queen’s suspended bulbs in the hour of darkness, caked with spicy Ethiopian myrrh, cacao, currant and dank Madagascar vanilla Burn time 60 hours
In the far north, where Orkney eagles carried Stoneage souls beyond the jagged cliffs, clover sea pints, sweet cicely, the sonorous sea Burn time 60 hours
Tea service at the colonial parlour of Mme. Revere, topless psychic Hot silver heated by open flame. Bohea vapours, radiant heat & milk Burn time 60 hours
On saffron tanned leather seats, in clothes that look like rugs, singing “we must never break the chain” Lacquered chestnut panelling with puffs of burning fuel Burn time 60 hours
To make it smell like you’re frying latkes, especially if you aren’t frying latkes
Note from DS… “The scent of Chanukah is the scent of frying latkes. This candle smells like a real deal Holyfield potato in all its earthy glory. As the candles burns, it starts to smell cooked – in an agreeable way. Like the fanciest latke frying in a background of verdant olive and peanut oil (a special recipe!)“
Pure incense resins in a transparent throw. You don’t need a candle to meditate but it’s nice to create the space for the ritual of inward exploration Burn time 60 hours
A lazy ramble in hidden thickets on Cape islands where marsh rose and swamp mallows suck brackish tides. Ospreys hunt in estuary wetlands. Plovers plove Burn time 60 hours
An exciting partnership with the New York restaurant Jupiter. Their pasta is incredible. Here’s a candle full of faint umami depth that steams out of their magical pasta pots Burn time 60 hours
