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Mood: A werewolf howls in the distance, lifting its dark eyes to the blood-red moon and blackened sky. Shimmering silver clouds thinly veil the stars, drifting over the lunar eclipse. Smells Like: Notes of dark secrets and ancient curses, mulled black cherry wine on a bed of bergamot and sweet musk.

Blood Moon Sky

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Regular (8oz)

Mood: Through the cold autumn night, a headless rider races atop a black steed, his whip cracking as a terrible shriek echoes through the countryside.Smells Like: Notes of mayhem and madness, dried cinnamon and clove folded into musky leather pockets, sweetened with vanilla.

<p><b>Mood</b><span style="font-weight: 400;">: <meta charset="utf-8">Through the cold autumn night, a headless rider races atop a black steed, his whip cracking as a terrible shriek echoes through the countryside.<br><br></span><b>Smells Like:</b><span style="font-weight: 400;"> <meta charset="utf-8">Notes of mayhem and madness, dried cinnamon and clove folded into musky leather pockets, sweetened with vanilla.</span><br></p>
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The Headless Horseman (pre-order)

Mood: Our drinking horns smash together as we laugh, spilling honeyed spirits. Outside a bitter wind shakes the trees, but here we toast to brighter days ahead and the return of the warmth. Smells Like: Strong spirits in a gilded chalice, toasted honey and a hint of smoke.

<p><b data-mce-fragment="1">Mood</b><span data-mce-fragment="1">: Our drinking horns smash together as we laugh, spilling honeyed spirits. Outside a bitter wind shakes the trees, but here we toast to brighter days ahead and the return of the warmth. <br data-mce-fragment="1"><br data-mce-fragment="1"></span><b data-mce-fragment="1">Smells Like: </b>S<span data-mce-fragment="1">trong spirits in a gilded chalice, toasted honey and a hint of smoke. </span></p>

Skol!

Mood: The mist parts around the hooves of a great, black steed. Upon its back, a cloaked figure, face hidden in shadow, raises its voice in a piercing wail. Smells Like: Ghostly whispers, shrouded in white musk and dark coffee, as sharp as a knife. Scent Strength: Medium ---------- Customer Reviews "Squeal! One of my all-time favorites! Hope this one comes around next year..." -Andrea"I adore the name of this candle! Perfect for spooky season in the fall. Coffee is the most dominant note in this candle to me, but the musk component really makes this a nice, complex fragrance." -Megan ---------- Iron-shod hooves spark against stone as the riders gallop beneath a starless sky. Mist parts before them, swirling and thick. Travelers cower beneath the shelter of the trees, praying the riders pass them by. Dread grips hearts and still the night. All is quiet as the riders come to a halt at the crest of the hill. The clouds part, and moonlight floods the countryside, casting long, reaching shadows through the forest. The light reveals the rider, talk and cloaked. Metal gauntlets grasp the reins of his mighty steed. No eyes are visible beneath his black hood. Cold fear surrounds him like a shroud. A cry goes out, piercing the silence like a knife, keening and shrill. It echoes from the hills. The riders are here.

<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Mood:</strong> The mist parts around the hooves of a great, black steed. Upon its back, a cloaked figure, face hidden in shadow, raises its voice in a piercing wail. <br></p>
<p><strong>Smells Like: </strong>Ghostly whispers, shrouded in white musk and dark coffee, as sharp as a knife.</p>
<p><strong>Scent Strength:</strong><span> Medium</span></p>
<p><span><img alt="" src="https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0262/0558/5511/files/2_2_6ce1dbbf-b9c7-4720-95f9-b14ce65cf2c4_480x480.png?v=1694030714" width="132" height="45"></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>"Squeal! One of my all-time favorites! Hope this one comes around next year..." -Andrea<br>"I adore the name of this candle! Perfect for spooky season in the fall. Coffee is the most dominant note in this candle to me, but the musk component really makes this a nice, complex fragrance." -Megan<br></em></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 0.875rem;">Iron-shod hooves spark against stone as the riders gallop beneath a starless sky. Mist parts before them, swirling and thick.</span><br></p>
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<div class="ql-block">Travelers cower beneath the shelter of the trees, praying the riders pass them by. Dread grips hearts and still the night. All is quiet as the riders come to a halt at the crest of the hill.</div>
<div class="ql-block">The clouds part, and moonlight floods the countryside, casting long, reaching shadows through the forest. The light reveals the rider, talk and cloaked. Metal gauntlets grasp the reins of his mighty steed. No eyes are visible beneath his black hood. Cold fear surrounds him like a shroud.</div>
<div class="ql-block">A cry goes out, piercing the silence like a knife, keening and shrill. It echoes from the hills.</div>
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Screeching Wraith

Mood: Shrouded in darkness, she waits. Her nets are of silk. Her hunger is endless. Those who enter will not return. Smells Like: Dark anise and glittering eyes, webs drifting on a breeze wafting with sweet smoke. Scent Strength: Medium ---------- Customer Reviews "Loved this candle! The anise is there but is not overpowering. Paired it with Gothic Cathedral for the perfect late October/Halloween vibe!" -Patricia "Not particularly a spider lover, but my aversion to them did not carry over to the candle. Loved the scent. This candle has excellent throw." -Janice "Great candle! Smells like anise and cherry 🕷️" -X H ---------- Dark, narrow stairs rise up the side of the mountain, crags of stone on either side like fangs of a great beast. A sickly sky roils overhead and carrion birds cry out in the distance. At the top of the stairs, a cavern gapes like a black maw. Stale, cold air drifts from within and wisps of white webbing cling to the stones. Bones crack underfoot as the travelers step inside the tunnel. Sticky gauze clings to skin and hair. Something whispers in the darkness, something ancient and hungry. Hearts grow cold and courage flees. Only death awaits within.

<p style="text-align: left;"><span><strong></strong></span><span><strong>Mood</strong>: Shrouded in darkness, she waits. Her nets are of silk. Her hunger is endless. Those who enter will not return.</span></p>
<p><strong>Smells Like:</strong> Dark anise and glittering eyes, webs drifting on a breeze wafting with sweet smoke.</p>
<p><strong>Scent Strength: </strong>Medium</p>
<p><img height="45" width="132" src="https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0262/0558/5511/files/2_2_6ce1dbbf-b9c7-4720-95f9-b14ce65cf2c4_480x480.png?v=1694030714" alt=""></p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>"<span data-mce-fragment="1">Loved this candle! The anise is there but is not overpowering. Paired it with Gothic Cathedral for the perfect late October/Halloween vibe!" -Patricia</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span data-mce-fragment="1">"Not particularly a spider lover, but my aversion to them did not carry over to the candle. Loved the scent. This candle has excellent throw." -Janice</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span data-mce-fragment="1">"Great candle! Smells like anise and cherry 🕷️" -X H</span></em></div>
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<div data-block-id="block-fff75b6f-d7d5-4278-8ffb-79790846d07a" class="ql-block">Dark, narrow stairs rise up the side of the mountain, crags of stone on either side like fangs of a great beast. A sickly sky roils overhead and carrion birds cry out in the distance.</div>
<div data-block-id="block-be765862-16da-4aad-85e5-ad53bb9cd125" class="ql-block">At the top of the stairs, a cavern gapes like a black maw. Stale, cold air drifts from within and wisps of white webbing cling to the stones.</div>
<div data-block-id="block-d1ac350c-7d3c-49de-beac-e91171197f97" class="ql-block">Bones crack underfoot as the travelers step inside the tunnel. Sticky gauze clings to skin and hair. Something whispers in the darkness, something ancient and hungry. Hearts grow cold and courage flees.</div>
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Caught in a Web

Mood: Sword and club, fire and blade, smoke rises over a ruined village, razed by foul hands in the dark of night. Smells Like: burning homes and ruined crops, smoke wafting over fields, and scorched leather. Scent Strength: Medium ---------- Customer Reviews "I absolutely loved this amazing candle . It had a very pleasant and amazing aroma ." -Amber"I fell in love with the first sniff! I can't decide which is the most amazing scent. Orc Raid reminds me of a Renaissance fair, I don't know why...." -Karla ---------- A wolf howls in the darkness causing cattle to stir restlessly in their pastures. One by one torches light in the distance, like malevolent fireflies springing up in the darkness. They grow closer, accompanied by the hoots and howls of the blood thirty band that carry them. They are coming. Villagers grab their children and flee. The woods will hide them, but they must move quickly. The cries grow louder, accompanied by the clanking of weapons and the snarling of the wolves. Run fast, don't look back, they are coming. Fire finds the roof of the first home. Flames lick the thatching, consuming it. The blaze illuminates the village, revealing empty homes and frightened livestock. Don't stop. Don't speak. Run. Hide. Pray. They are here.

<p style="text-align: left;"><span><strong></strong></span><span><strong>Mood:</strong> Sword and club, fire and blade, smoke rises over a ruined village, razed by foul hands in the dark of night.</span></p>
<p><strong>Smells Like: </strong>burning homes and ruined crops, smoke wafting over fields, and scorched leather.</p>
<p><strong>Scent Strength:</strong><span> Medium</span></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><img style="float: none;" alt="" src="https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0262/0558/5511/files/2_2_6ce1dbbf-b9c7-4720-95f9-b14ce65cf2c4_480x480.png?v=1694030714" width="132" height="45"></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>"<span data-mce-fragment="1">I absolutely loved this amazing candle . It had a very pleasant and amazing aroma ." -Amber<br>"I fell in love with the first sniff! I can't decide which is the most amazing scent. Orc Raid reminds me of a Renaissance fair, I don't know why...." -Karla<br></span></em></div>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 0.875rem;">A wolf howls in the darkness causing cattle to stir restlessly in their pastures. One by one torches light in the distance, like malevolent fireflies springing up in the darkness. They grow closer, accompanied by the hoots and howls of the blood thirty band that carry them.</span><br></p>
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<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-6c299e33-5e79-481d-8cd0-322db46d1943">They are coming.</div>
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<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-96378c7e-8cd1-4c99-a75d-646a9c3b323c">Villagers grab their children and flee. The woods will hide them, but they must move quickly. The cries grow louder, accompanied by the clanking of weapons and the snarling of the wolves.</div>
<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-8fd1e910-a9db-4b84-9828-52a819357e76">Run fast, don't look back, they are coming.</div>
<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-4de860fd-2765-4df7-a340-6d6c696f3406">Fire finds the roof of the first home. Flames lick the thatching, consuming it. The blaze illuminates the village, revealing empty homes and frightened livestock.</div>
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Orc Raid

Mood: Beyond the orchard, an old cider mill sits beneath ancient trees glowing red and gold. The waterwheel turns, wooden gears groan, and baskets of freshly picked apples wait beside the old press.Smells Like: Freshly pressed apples, sweet orange steeped with warm cinnamon, creamy vanilla, and a swirl of caramelized sugar, with subtle hints of clove, nutmeg, and ginger.

<p><b>Mood</b><span style="font-weight: 400;">: <meta charset="utf-8">Beyond the orchard, an old cider mill sits beneath ancient trees glowing red and gold. The waterwheel turns, wooden gears groan, and baskets of freshly picked apples wait beside the old press.<br><br></span><b>Smells Like:</b><span style="font-weight: 400;"> <meta charset="utf-8">Freshly pressed apples, sweet orange steeped with warm cinnamon, creamy vanilla, and a swirl of caramelized sugar, with subtle hints of clove, nutmeg, and ginger.</span><br></p>
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The Old Cider Mill (pre-order)

Mood: As dusk settles over the village, lanterns illuminate market stalls laden with exotic wares and wooden crates newly arrived from faraway ports. Merchants haggle, musicians play, and villagers gather beneath the autumn trees as Samhain draws near.Smells Like: Heaping mounds of fragrant clove buds, bundles of cinnamon sticks, and curls of bright citrus peel and vanilla beans.

<p><b>Mood</b><span style="font-weight: 400;">: <meta charset="utf-8">As dusk settles over the village, lanterns illuminate market stalls laden with exotic wares and wooden crates newly arrived from faraway ports. Merchants haggle, musicians play, and villagers gather beneath the autumn trees as Samhain draws near.<br><br></span><b>Smells Like:</b><span style="font-weight: 400;"> <meta charset="utf-8">Heaping mounds of fragrant clove buds, bundles of cinnamon sticks, and curls of bright citrus peel and vanilla beans.</span><br></p>
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Spice Market (pre-order)

Mood: Clansfolk gather from across the countryside, filling the night with familiar stories, music, and laughter. Firelight flickers over well-worn cloaks as cups are raised among old friends and distant kin.Smells Like: Cups brimming with tangy dark cherry wine, black raspberry, and rich merlot; well-worn leather and black suede cloaks, resinous olibanum, saffron flower, and creamy vanilla.

<p><b>Mood</b><span style="font-weight: 400;">: <meta charset="utf-8">Clansfolk gather from across the countryside, filling the night with familiar stories, music, and laughter. Firelight flickers over well-worn cloaks as cups are raised among old friends and distant kin.<br><br></span><b>Smells Like:</b><span style="font-weight: 400;"> <meta charset="utf-8">Cups brimming with tangy dark cherry wine, black raspberry, and rich merlot; well-worn leather and black suede cloaks, resinous olibanum, saffron flower, and creamy vanilla.</span><br></p>
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