The Spooky Apple Cider Candle
Our most chilling best-seller returns each fall: the apple cider candle, steeped in the legend of Dead Leaves. The story tells of a woman hanged as a witch, her final breath drifting through the orchard and souring every harvest that followed. Burn this candle and you summon her curse: crisp apples sharpened by lemon and cedar leaf, branches shivering with pine and spiced cider. As the flame devours wax, sweetness collapses into musk and dying flowers, a fragrance as unsettling as footsteps behind you in the dark. This is not the cozy cider of festivals and firesides. It is the ghost of the season itself, a spectral perfume woven from orchard rot, cold earth, and bitterness carried on the wind. Our apple cider candle does not simply scent the room. It haunts it, binding you to autumn’s last breath and the whispered vengeance of a woman who refused to be forgotten.
Apple
Cedar
Clove
- Phthalate Free
- cruelty free
- vegan
- sustainably-sourced wick
Care
Care
- Always trim your wood wick before each light! Simply pinch off the charred wood from the previous light, or use a wick trimmer for a cleaner cut. Wicks should be about 1/4" each time the candle is lit. The most common reason for wood wick candles not staying lit is a wick that is too long.
- In order to ensure your candle will not tunnel over time, give your candle ample time to melt to the edge the first time you light it. This can take up to 4 hours
- remember not to light the candle near anything flammeble: fabrics, curtains, house plants, etc. Keep candle away from pets and children. Do not light for longer than 4 hours at a time. Be careful handling candle when it is lit as the jar can be very hot.
Let me tell you a story...
Among the dead leaves atop Witches Hill Sits a lonely tree with branches that kill
'Twas not the tree's fault for this, you see But the villagers below Who marched uphill with glee
Now a lonely black cat sits beneath that tree With sorrow in its heart Watching feet dangle free
For that lonely tree stole its friend that eve And sadly, dear friends, that friend was me
But before I breathed my last breath at my end
I laid a curse on the village That I'd have my revenge
