Ghostly Visitor: A Scent for an Eternity
Unveil the allure of our best-selling gothic candle, a perfect blend of dark, fruity notes with a mysterious masculine twist. With rich hints of apple, saffron, amber, and black currant, this candle evokes the enigmatic charm of a bygone era. Think of a dark-eyed gentleman at a speakeasy, savoring absinthe in the shadows.
Ideal for those who love the intrigue of horror candles and crave a scent that lingers with a hauntingly unforgettable presence.
The 8oz Ghostly Visitor candle comes beautifully packaged in a sealed black box with a small story card inside. The story tells of a haunted speakeasy with one guest who, even after closing time, never leaves. Read the haunting story below, preferably by flickering candlelight.
Absinthe
juicy apple
spicy amber
- Phthalate Free
- cruelty free
- vegan
- sustainably-sourced wick
wooden wick candle care tips
wooden wick candle care tips
- 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...
“Did you hear about the guy who kicked the bucket here?” was not what I expected our last customer of the night to ask the moment he sat down. But working at a “haunted” 1920s speakeasy came with unique characters.
“Of course,” I said, handing him a menu. “You mean the guy pushed off the second-floor balcony when it was a brothel?”
He chuckled. “Nah. I mean the sap who got into a scrap with a regular. Word is, he never got the
absinthe drip he ordered before the ruckus kicked off.” I laughed — I hadn’t heard that one.
“So, what’ll it be?” I asked.
“An absinthe drip,” he said with a smile.
I turned to make his drink and caught my reflection in a mirror — there was no one at the bar.
