Study Hall Haunt — The Cinnamon Chai Wax Melt
In the dim hush of an old academy library, the air carries the scent of cinnamon chai and forgotten pages. Study Hall Haunt blends cinnamon, cardamom, and clove with creamy vanilla and black tea, creating a fragrance that is both comforting and eerily familiar, as if a cup of chai had been poured by unseen hands.
Crafted from 100% soy wax and infused with pearlescent mica, each melt shimmers as it warms. The six easy-to-break cubes release hours of rich, spiced fragrance without a flame. Lift the black clamshell lid to uncover the story beneath, and let your room fill with the whispers of study sessions that never truly ended.
Chai
Cinnamon
Cream
- No Phthalates or Toxins
- Pet safe
- vegan
- No flame required!
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...
Halloween night. I could hear the yells and music from various parties all over the street below from my seat in the campus library. Here I was cramming for an exam instead of dressing up and having fun with the rest of my friends tonight. So lame.
I looked at the time on my phone. A little after midnight. When a light went out in the hallway, I wondered if they were on a timer to tell poor souls like mine to get up and take a break.
Then another light went out. Then another. It wasn't long before the entire library was shrouded in black except for a faint flickering candle flame at the end of the stacks. I quickly packed my backpack and dropped a textbook in my rush when a white face appeared from behind the flame. The ghostly librarian held a skeletal finger up to her mouth and looked toward me with deep caverns where her eyes were meant to be. She suddenly blew out the flame and everything was black.
