Rest In Peace...
Breathe in the eerie scent of freshly turned earth with Fresh Grave, a gothic candle crafted for lovers of the macabre. With haunting notes of petrichor, rain-soaked woods, and damp mud, this horror candle captures the chilling essence of a freshly dug grave, where something—or someone—may not be resting in peace.
Each candle includes an exclusive horror story, and the tale of Fresh Grave follows a kirkyard groundskeeper who, after a long winter’s wait, finally prepares a burial plot—only to discover the corpse is gone…
Light this candle and let the unsettling aroma pull you into a world where the dead don’t always stay put.
Wet Ground
Rainy Woods
Petrichor
- 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...
On a dreary spring afternoon, with the sky as pale as the eyes of the dead, the kirkyard groundskeeper wipes his brow with the back of a dirty hand. Now that the ground has thawed enough, the corpses stored in the dead-house all winter can finally be laid to rest.
The crows caw loudly overhead as he jabs his shovel into the pile of dirt next to the fresh hole in the ground. “That looks deep enough” he mutters as he turns and trudges toward the cold stone structure to retrieve the first body. Old Mary Murphy had passed shortly after the first snowfall in November, and now, after months of waiting, her grave was finally ready. He notices the door is already open, as if broken from the inside, and a sharp gust of cold air, tinged with the faint scent of decay, hits him.
Inside the dead-house, the space where Mary Murphy had lain for all these months is empty.
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