The rain softened, its steady rhythm fading into a mist that clung to the edges of the courtyard. Lanterns glowed brighter against the damp air, their golden halos flickering over slick cobblestones. She stood shivering, not from the cold, but from the way his gaze still held hers, unwavering, as though the storm itself had only been a prelude to this.
He stepped closer, close enough that the warmth of him banished the chill. The air around them shifted, scented with apples sweetened by spice, the brightness of orange peel cutting through the damp. Somewhere nearby, a kettle steamed, and the fragrance of mulled cider rose to meet the night, ripe peach folded into cinnamon, wrapped in the soft hum of musk. It was intoxicating, a blend of comfort and fire, of sweetness and heat, and she breathed it in as though it were part of him.
He lifted a cup from the table, steam curling between them like an invitation. When she reached for it, his hand covered hers, holding it there just a heartbeat too long. The cider warmed her palms, but his touch warmed her deeper still. She raised it to her lips, the taste bursting across her tongue, sweet apple, a spark of citrus, the quiet burn of spice. And yet, even as she drank, she felt his eyes tracing her every movement, as though the real sweetness he craved was something else entirely.
She set the cup down, her breath mingling with his in the lantern glow. For a moment, neither moved. Then he leaned in, slow as the season itself, until the space between them dissolved. His lips brushed hers, soft, searching, a question and an answer in one. The world blurred; there was no storm now, no market, no night beyond them. Only the warmth of cider, the taste of spice and apple still on her tongue, and the undeniable truth of the kiss they had been circling all along.
And there, in the heart of autumn, with firelight flickering and rain cooling the world beyond, she understood: some seasons are not meant to be read slowly, but savored sip by sip, kiss by kiss, until the last page lingers forever.
SCENT NOTES-
Top- Citrus
Middle- Apple, Peach
Bottom- Cinnamon, Musk
ABOUT OUR COCONUT-SOY CANDLES
In a quiet corner of Missouri, each candle is hand-poured with care, in small, unhurried batches—a labor of love born from the steady rhythm of honest craftsmanship. We use a gentle blend of coconut and soy wax, chosen for its clean burn and velvety texture, and scent each vessel with premium-grade fragrance oils, evocative and carefully curated. From pouring to packaging, every candle passes through attentive hands, carrying with it the warmth of its making—ready to bring light, comfort, and a touch of quiet poetry into your home.
BURN TIME
3oz candle will burn for approximately 20-30 hours.
7oz candle will burn for approximately 40-60 hours.
CANDLE CARE
-On the first burn, allow the melt pool to reach the edges of the glass jar. This will help to prevent tunneling and give your candle a nice even burn.
-Trim the wick to about 1/4" before each use.
-Burn candle no more than 4 hours at a time.
