lemongrass, lime, lemon, jasmine, sugar, black currant
the most delicious cocktail inspired candle scents poured in our sustainable and reusable clear whiskey tumblers.
It’s the dreamiest after dinner sip after the biggest heartiest plate of pasta has been consumed. And the reason I know the magic of an after dinner digestif, was growing up in the biggest loudest most amazing Italian family in the heart of Kansas city. My great grandfather owned a bar in Chicago… opening it not long after bringing his 5 small girls (the youngest being my grandmother) to America from a tiny ski town in Italy called Rivisondoli. Just a couple of hours outside of Rome.
This summer I had the opportunity to go back to my grandma’s home town and see the cobblestone streets she used to call home. It became a need deep in my soul to create a candle that reflected that story (see the epic tale below) in pure wax buffalo fashion. As always, my hope is that this scent opens a story in your heart, a memory, a flash of happiness in the most lemony way, that stops the dizzying noise that surrounds you, and grounds you once more in a way that only the most perfect scents can. Enjoy this reimagined scent in our cocktail line. Our lemoncello candle. Breath it in, burn it with abandon, and then pour your very own lemony goodness into that very glass after the candle has lived it’s best life.
All my 🍋 love!
- a*
He surprised me with a day trip in a tiny convertible. a 3 hour drive along the countryside and through the mountains to my grandmothers home town in Italy.
And Rivisondoli did not disappoint.
It’s a mountain town. a winter resort. and due to the fact that we were there on a hot summer day, it was sleepy and quiet. We wandered the streets and dreamed of what it must have been like here 80 years ago.
Eventually we found a tiny cafe owned by a family lounging among the empty tables scattered outside. He brought us salami and cheese and Prosecco… and we google translated our way through a conversation with the owner. Explaining who my great grandma (maiden name Ferrara) and my great grandpa Romito were and why we were there.
He looked at me and goes. I’m a Ferrara. Of all the people in all the world… we found each other. we smiled and asked about each other’s grandparents and he sat down and poured more Prosecco. 🥂 We laughed at how hard we were trying to understand each other… then…there was this moment. Where we both knew… even if in a very small way… we are family. And it’s unexplainable the feeling. Meeting a human across the world and seeing his little family and knowing the same blood runs through our veins. Our stories look different… but in so many ways the same. Here he is in a tiny town running a business and trying to live his dream. 🖤
It’s been a few days now… and I keep trying to put to words to what this day meant to me. And I’m failing now. but these fumbled words needed to be captured before I lost the essence. And I’m sure more thoughts will come to me, but for now the glow remains. That buttery beautiful warm feeling of how much we as humans are all so perfectly connected. And what a beautiful gift that connection is. 💕
This summer I had the opportunity to go back to my grandma’s home town and see the cobblestone streets she used to call home. It became a need deep in my soul to create a candle that reflected that story (see the epic tale below) in pure wax buffalo fashion. As always, my hope is that this scent opens a story in your heart, a memory, a flash of happiness in the most lemony way, that stops the dizzying noise that surrounds you, and grounds you once more in a way that only the most perfect scents can. Enjoy this reimagined scent in our cocktail line. Our lemoncello candle. Breath it in, burn it with abandon, and then pour your very own lemony goodness into that very glass after the candle has lived it’s best life.
All my 🍋 love!
- a*
He surprised me with a day trip in a tiny convertible. a 3 hour drive along the countryside and through the mountains to my grandmothers home town in Italy.
And Rivisondoli did not disappoint.
It’s a mountain town. a winter resort. and due to the fact that we were there on a hot summer day, it was sleepy and quiet. We wandered the streets and dreamed of what it must have been like here 80 years ago.
Eventually we found a tiny cafe owned by a family lounging among the empty tables scattered outside. He brought us salami and cheese and Prosecco… and we google translated our way through a conversation with the owner. Explaining who my great grandma (maiden name Ferrara) and my great grandpa Romito were and why we were there.
He looked at me and goes. I’m a Ferrara. Of all the people in all the world… we found each other. we smiled and asked about each other’s grandparents and he sat down and poured more Prosecco. 🥂 We laughed at how hard we were trying to understand each other… then…there was this moment. Where we both knew… even if in a very small way… we are family. And it’s unexplainable the feeling. Meeting a human across the world and seeing his little family and knowing the same blood runs through our veins. Our stories look different… but in so many ways the same. Here he is in a tiny town running a business and trying to live his dream. 🖤
It’s been a few days now… and I keep trying to put to words to what this day meant to me. And I’m failing now. but these fumbled words needed to be captured before I lost the essence. And I’m sure more thoughts will come to me, but for now the glow remains. That buttery beautiful warm feeling of how much we as humans are all so perfectly connected. And what a beautiful gift that connection is. 💕
+ glass whiskey tumbler.
+ white X decal.
+ filled with pure soy goodness
+ enjoy as a candle first and then as the perfect glass for your favorite bev for years to come.
+ white X decal.
+ filled with pure soy goodness
+ enjoy as a candle first and then as the perfect glass for your favorite bev for years to come.
soy wax has a memory. honestly. it will only remember the burn radius of it's last burn. always allow your wax pool to reach the edge of your vessel. we recommend burning your candle for at least one hour (no more than 4 hours) to give your candle a long happy journey.
it's best to keep your candle wick trimmed to a 1/4 inch before each burn. do not allow debris to inhabit your wax pool. be smart about where you burn your candle.
keep it away from flammable objects, large bags of cotton balls, and your toddler. seriously. never leave a burning candle unattended.
it's best to keep your candle wick trimmed to a 1/4 inch before each burn. do not allow debris to inhabit your wax pool. be smart about where you burn your candle.
keep it away from flammable objects, large bags of cotton balls, and your toddler. seriously. never leave a burning candle unattended.