Why Ingredients Matter: From Wax to Wick

Ingredients matter

When you live with asthma and allergies like I do, you learn to pay close attention to what's in the air.

Before I started making candles, I had to stop lighting them altogether. I couldn’t risk the coughing fits, the headaches, the way my chest would tighten after something I thought was calming. But I missed the ritual, the flicker of candlelight, the way scent could soften a space and shift the mood.

So I started making my own. Not just for the beauty, but for the wellness. I didn’t want candles that were “clean-ish.” I needed candles that were truly safe. Safe enough for someone like me. I tested different waxes until I found one that didn’t make me wheeze. Coconut apricot. It burns slow and clean, with very little soot or toxins. Just a soft shimmer and even melt. That’s the wax I trust in my home, around my family, around me. 

The Comfort of a Gentle Crackle
The wood wick was a choice made for eco-friendliness and comfort. I loved the quiet crackle, it reminded me of firewood nights and cozy spaces, but more than that, I noticed something else. Unlike cotton wicks, these didn’t mushroom. They didn’t throw a lot of soot. They burned steady, clean, and calm. They’re sustainably sourced and sensory-rich.

Scents That Honor, Not Overwhelm
I’m careful with fragrance. Every blend I create is phthalate-free and layered thoughtfully. Not too heavy, not too light, just enough to wrap a memory in warmth and depth. Scents like Grandma's Garden or Black Love come from lived moments and shared experiences, not fragrance trends.

Each scent is tested until it feels like the story it’s meant to tell.

Know What’s in the Jar
If you're someone who reads the label before you light the candle, I get it. I made these candles for people like us. For those who care what’s inside. For those who want their home to feel beautiful and safe.

Because this isn’t just about candles. It’s about how we care for ourselves. How we honor our wellness, our stories, and the spaces we call home.

What’s in the jar matters, because our stories and memories do. 

- Lori

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