Ghostly Visitor – Turn your Home into a Haunted Speakeasy
Step inside the haunted speakeasy, where shadows cling to velvet curtains and absinthe lingers in the air. Ghostly Visitor is a gothic candle that captures the charm of a dark, forgotten lounge—one where the music has faded, but something still lingers. With rich notes of black currant, apple, amber, and saffron, this scent is as smooth as it is unsettling: dark, fruity, and laced with a masculine edge that echoes from another era.
This candle evokes the presence of a mysterious stranger—a figure in the corner who never quite left. It’s ideal for those who love horror candles, vintage decadence, and a scent that leaves a spectral trace in the room long after the flame is out.
Each 8oz candle comes packaged in a matte black box and includes a story card detailing the legend of a haunted speakeasy, where one guest has refused to leave... for decades. Light it, and listen for footsteps after midnight.
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.
