Spooky Pumpkin Spice Candle
Light the flame… if you dare. Mischief Night is a pumpkin spice candle with a sinister twist! Warm cardamom and crisp apple stir through spiced pumpkin, sweet brown sugar, and a whisper of cinnamon. Beneath the sweetness lurks clove and vanilla, rich as shadows at harvest’s end.
Every burn tells the tale: a group of children dare one to enter an abandoned farmhouse on Mischief Night. Inside, the air smells of pumpkin and spice… but the scarecrow in the corner isn’t quite still.
Pumpkin
Brown Sugar
Cinnamon
- 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...
Kids around town said the old cemetery had more graves now than it did after it closed. Legend has it the ghost of the caretaker would bury anyone who dared to sneak into his old, abandoned house on the hill. So there we sat after a chilly autumnnightfilled with mischief and mayhem staring at the attic window waiting for the new kid to reappear, and complete his final initiation.
A cold breeze swept leaves past my feet. “He’s been in there too long…” I thought to myself. But if he came out before making it to the attic, everyone would know he’s a chicken. That’s when we spotted a shadowy silhouette in the window. “Well, what do you know? The little wimp…made…it…” Dirk trailed off as the figure lifted a lantern, revealing a pale old man holding a shovel and covered in fresh dirt grinning at us from ear to ear.
