Nicotiana & Nightshade Candle Offerings

Come in quietly, love — the night is only just rising. The last light of day still clings to the garden gate, and the first breath of moonrise curls through the air.  It's in that half-light, Nicotiana & Nightshade was born — a candle spun from mysteries of twilight.

It began one violet-tinted evening when the garden refused to yield to night. Flowering tobacco leaned bold and fragrant against the path, flaunting her honeyed perfume, while nightshade stood guard beside the fencepost in shadowed grace, her flowers soft as whispered warnings. The air shimmered with contradiction — sweet yet perilous, tender yet wild. I stood at the workbench, wax melting slow and golden, and thought, why should the dark and exotic not have its own flame?

So I set about scent-weaving as the moon lifted her silver gaze over the trees. Into the pot went night-blooming jasmine — a hush of sandalwood, a sigh of moonflower, and the faintest ghost of something forbidden. The wax thickened, the air deepened, and for a breath, it felt as though unseen hands stirred the mixture — the spell-weavers of old lending their art (and their mutterings) to mine.

When at last the candle cooled, the whole room glowed with twilight’s memory: tobacco flower and dark blossom entwined, a trace of spice coiling like a secret around the flame. To light it is to invite the allure of dusk inside — to watch the sun yield his golden wash to gathering indigos and amethysts, where moonrise paints her first soft blush.

Shadows stretch, the air hums low, and the moon presses her face to the windowpane, curious and uninvited. There’s nothing innocent about this scent — it’s beauty laced with danger, tenderness steeped in desire. I never truly made this candle; I merely opened the door. Nicotiana brought her sultry charm, Nightshade her quiet dare, and together they wove a spell that lingers long after the flame dies — a twilight enchantment that remembers your name long after the moon has claimed her sky.

*Fear not, dear one — this blend is all charm and no harm. The nightshade stayed in the garden where she belongs, sulking prettily and still thoroughly revered by all.

The Scent Weave - Intoxicating. Exotic. Floral.

Fragrance Notes: Sweet Orange, Arabian Jasmine, Galbanum, Sandalwood Vanilla, Ylang Ylang.