The Art of Scent
Named in the quiet, poured in the chaos.
I used to mix drinks behind a bar—now I mix memories into wax. Both are about balance, intuition, and knowing when to break the rules. Scent isn’t just fragrance—it’s a feeling, a flashback, a story you didn’t know you were still telling.
After years behind a bar, I can taste a drink by reading the description in the menu. Once I began making candles, I realized the same was true with fragrances, I can feel a scent or a memory by reading the scent profile. My Caramel Latte candle needs a hint of vanilla to get the right scent of my perfect early morning treat just like a perfect Manhattan needs a dash of both types of vermouth for the perfect balance. At the end of my day sometimes a crisp White Russian is the treat my soul craves and sometimes it's the scent of Fresh Lilac since I didn't get time to go down to the garden during the day.
Smell is the only sense directly linked to memory, and people can distinguish between over 1 trillion scents.
My candle selection at home vastly depends on my mood and the season so those are always my starting point in any new creation.
That’s why I build my collections—like Autumn Chapter and Gypsy Holiday—around the memories that matter most.
These collections are all bundles of memories to me from different times of the year. Autumn brings memories of morning hikes, changing menus, apple pies, pumpkin lattes, bonfires, and chilly camping nights.
The holidays make me think of home and all the holiday magic I try and bring to my household and children. I smell the eggnog being made from scratch in the mixer on a family game night and the smell of the first snow of the season.
Naming comes easy after I can pinpoint the memory a scent invokes.
Fireside Flannel is a mixture of pumpkin lattes on cool autumn days running errands with my favorite flannel and the roasting of marshmallows over the bonfire to end the perfect fall night.
Scent is my way of bottling the intangible. It’s how I hold onto the good, honor the hard, and share the stories that don’t fit into words. Every candle I pour is a little messy, a little magic—and always made with heart.
I used to mix drinks. Now I mix memories. And every candle I pour is a quiet rebellion against forgetting.
What scent holds your story?
Browse our seasonal chapters and find your flame.