We’re crafting something rooted in the inner desires of your deepest regrets. Dressed in luxury and confidence, with just the right hint of shame, poor decisions, and the faint echo of a safe word no one remembered.
The adult decision would be to go to therapy, but numbing your feelings through shopping seems more appealing. When you want to feel like you’re buying a candle, but also secretly joining a cult led by a sexy ex-roadie who reads Murakami and bathes in expensive perfume, we are here for you.
These candles don’t just smell – they confess.