Why Ingredients Matter: From Wax to Wick

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

Before I ever started making candles, I stopped lighting them altogether. I couldn’t risk the headaches, the coughing fits, the way my chest would tighten after something I thought was supposed to be calming. But I missed the ritual—the quiet glow, the comfort, 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 no soot or toxins. Just a soft shimmer and even melt. That’s the wax I use. The kind I trust in my home, around my family, around me.

The Comfort of a Gentle Crackle

The wood wick was a choice rooted in 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, calm. Sustainably sourced and sensory-rich. Just right.

Scent That Honors, Never Overwhelms

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

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

For Those Who Want to 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 the ones who care what’s inside. For the ones 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 we do.

- Lori