Spooky Pumpkin Spice Candle
Light the flame… if you dare. Mischief Night is a pumpkin spice candle crafted with a sinister twist. It begins with the warmth of cardamom and the crisp bite of apple, layered over spiced pumpkin, sweet brown sugar, and a whisper of cinnamon. The fragrance deepens into clove and vanilla, adding richness as dark and lingering as harvest shadows. This pumpkin spice candle is more than a scent—it’s an eerie autumn ritual.
Every burn reveals a chilling tale: children daring one another to enter an abandoned house on Mischief Night. Inside, the air is heavy with pumpkin and spice, a fragrance both comforting and unsettling. But the blinking pair of eyes in the corner seems to be watching, almost breathing with the flicker of the flame, and the scrape of the rusty metal of a shovel echos against the peeling painted walls. With its crackling wooden wick and haunting fragrance, this pumpkin spice candle transforms your space into a cozy nightmare that lingers long after the night ends.
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.
