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We make fantasy-inspired candles to tell your story. Made with all-natural coconut wax, crackling wooden wicks, and re-usable vessels, we help you create the ultimate fantasy ambiance in your castle! Fans of LOTR, GOT, Vikings, Outlander, The Witcher, Elder Scrolls, and RPGs LOVE our candles for an immersive experience

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Mood: Colorful stalls and quaint storefronts promise exotic wares and magical items sourced from all over the realm.Smells like: Sultry spiced rum served from a merchant's wagon, gourdes piled in crates, and exotic sandalwood. Scent Strength: Medium ----------- The quest is over, and the adventurers have received their reward. With coin to spend, they set forth into the crowded marketplace.Music and laughter wafts over the shoppers as a troupe of performers entertains onlookers. Merchants call out, advertising wares from throughout the realm. In the corner of the market sits a violet tent. A wizen man in a hooded cloak sits within, his gnarled hands grasping a crystal ball. He catches the sorcerer's eye and beckons him forward."Would you like to know your fate?"

<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Mood:</strong> <span>Colorful stalls and quaint storefronts promise exotic wares and magical items sourced from all over the realm.</span><br><strong>Smells like:</strong> Sultry spiced rum served from a merchant's wagon, gourdes piled in crates, and exotic sandalwood. <br><strong>Scent Strength:</strong> Medium</p>
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<p>The quest is over, and the adventurers have received their reward. With coin to spend, they set forth into the crowded marketplace.<br><br>Music and laughter wafts over the shoppers as a troupe of performers entertains onlookers. Merchants call out, advertising wares from throughout the realm. <br><br>In the corner of the market sits a violet tent. A wizen man in a hooded cloak sits within, his gnarled hands grasping a crystal ball. He catches the sorcerer's eye and beckons him forward.<br><br>"Would you like to know your fate?"</p>
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Mood: The snow-white beast races along the forest trail, bounding, leaping, her mane streaming behind her, her horn glistening like a drawn sword. Smells Like: Lush cedar woods and soothing vanilla, woodland hollows, and glowing amber. Scent Strength: Medium ------ Deep within the woods, leaves of yellow and gold fall onto the clear surface of a pool. The magical creature stops to drink, her horn piercing the water and sending ripples across the surface. Few have lived to see the unicorn graze for she is a creature as much of magic as nature. Her mane flows silver across her stately neck, her eyes are soft and wise, holding ancient wisdom. A distant sound, the baying of a hound, breaks the silence of nature, and the unicorn raises her head. Her nostrils flare, then with a great leap she bounds away, into the twisting trees. The hunters cry out in delight as they catch sight of her, a mere flash of white, far in the distance, tantalizing! The chase begins. ------ Reviews: "Nice, light scent, the vanilla and cedar really come through. It's a clean, comforting scent that feels peaceful and relaxing.""Fresh, woodsy & magical! A favorite!!!""Very subtle but incredible! Love this one! Definitely smell the vanilla and amber. Perfect mix!" ------ Thank you for supporting a small family-operated business! We can't wait to delight you and transform your home into a fantasy realm!

<p class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-260e3716-84a5-48a1-885b-5cb9d67bdcb0" data-mce-fragment="1"><strong>Mood:</strong><span> The snow-white beast races along the forest trail, bounding, leaping, her mane streaming behind her, her horn glistening like a drawn sword. </span></p>
<p class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-260e3716-84a5-48a1-885b-5cb9d67bdcb0" data-mce-fragment="1"><strong>Smells Like:</strong><span> Lush cedar woods and soothing vanilla, woodland hollows, and glowing amber.</span></p>
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<p>Deep within the woods, leaves of yellow and gold fall onto the clear surface of a pool. The magical creature stops to drink, her horn piercing the water and sending ripples across the surface.</p>
<p>Few have lived to see the unicorn graze for she is a creature as much of magic as nature. Her mane flows silver across her stately neck, her eyes are soft and wise, holding ancient wisdom.</p>
<p>A distant sound, the baying of a hound, breaks the silence of nature, and the unicorn raises her head. Her nostrils flare, then with a great leap she bounds away, into the twisting trees.</p>
<p>The hunters cry out in delight as they catch sight of her, a mere flash of white, far in the distance, tantalizing!</p>
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Hunt of the Unicorn

Mood: Sacred runes and mystic symbols etch the surface of the timeless stones.Smells like: Sweet neroli, warming amber, and magical patchouli incense wafting in circles above the pillars.Scent Strength: Medium ----------- Sharp stones rise from green fields like sentries in the mist. They have stood since time forgotten, watching over the lands and people. Memories of time long past have steeped into the stone itself. Music of pipe and drum. Songs and chants, fading into the evening. Torches burning as people gather to mark the holy days. Centuries have passed. The world has changed, but the stones remember all.

<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Mood:</strong> <meta charset="utf-8"><span data-mce-fragment="1">Sacred runes and mystic symbols etch the surface of the timeless stones.</span><br><strong>Smells like:</strong> S<span data-mce-fragment="1">weet neroli, warming amber, and magical patchouli incense wafting in circles above the pillars.</span><br><strong>Scent Strength:</strong> Medium</p>
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<p>Sharp stones rise from green fields like sentries in the mist. They have stood since time forgotten, watching over the lands and people.</p>
<p>Memories of time long past have steeped into the stone itself. Music of pipe and drum. Songs and chants, fading into the evening. Torches burning as people gather to mark the holy days.</p>
<p>Centuries have passed. The world has changed, but the stones remember all.</p>
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Stone Circle

Mood: Laughter like the ringing of tiny bells drifts through the woods, beckoning those who hear deeper into the trees.Smells like: Honeysuckle waving in a gentle breeze, spring flowers, and crisp citrus on a bed of fruity musk. Scent Strength: Medium ----------- Tiny beings in garb of green play among the mushrooms. They knock on snail shells and peek into birds' nests, curious. One gathers nuts in aid of squirrels. Another braids flowers into the hair of a sleeping pony. They dine upon berries and drink the dew, and when the moon rises they gather in its light to dance and sing. A merry band, unseen by mortal eyes.

<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Mood:</strong> <meta charset="utf-8"><span data-mce-fragment="1">Laughter like the ringing of tiny bells drifts through the woods, beckoning those who hear deeper into the trees.</span><br><strong>Smells like:</strong> H<span data-mce-fragment="1">oneysuckle waving in a gentle breeze, spring flowers, and crisp citrus on a bed of fruity musk. </span><br><strong>Scent Strength:</strong> Medium</p>
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<p>Tiny beings in garb of green play among the mushrooms. They knock on snail shells and peek into birds' nests, curious.</p>
<p>One gathers nuts in aid of squirrels. Another braids flowers into the hair of a sleeping pony.</p>
<p>They dine upon berries and drink the dew, and when the moon rises they gather in its light to dance and sing. A merry band, unseen by mortal eyes.</p>
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Pixie Whispers

Mood: High above the mist-laced cliffs, where ancient forests meet the open sky, the Griffin soars—majestic and untamed. A guardian of forgotten realms, it circles its domain with eyes sharp as legend, wings casting shadows over sacred stone and evergreen boughs. Scent Notes: Crisp balsam and spruce mirror the wind beneath its wings, while oakmoss and cedarwood ground the scent in ancient earth. Hints of gardenia and coconut drift like feathers, softened by warm amber—noble, wild, and eternal. Strength: Medium Scent-Story: High above the mortal world, where the mist clings to craggy cliffs and the wind sings through ancient evergreens, the Griffin keeps silent watch. With the body of a lion and the wings of a great eagle, it is both predator and protector—guardian of the old ways, the forgotten places, the sacred stones worn smooth by time and tale. When you light this candle, you step into a realm above the clouds—wild, noble, and ageless. The scent opens with crisp balsam and blue spruce, fresh and sharp as mountaintop air beneath beating wings. These notes lift you skyward, catching the updrafts of imagination. Oakmoss and cedarwood follow, deep and resinous, anchoring the flight with the weight of legend—like talons brushing moss-covered stone. Beneath it all, a whisper of gardenia and coconut drifts on the breeze, a softness that rounds the edge of the wild, as if feathers have brushed across your skin. Warm amber lingers in the background, like sunlight caught in a plume—glowing, golden, eternal. Light This When: You want your space to feel vast, wind-swept, and quietly powerful. You're seeking clarity, elevation, and the calm watchfulness of something ancient. Light when you need to reconnect with strength that’s noble, wild, and above the noise.

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<strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Scent Notes</span>:</strong> Crisp balsam and spruce mirror the wind beneath its wings, while oakmoss and cedarwood ground the scent in ancient earth. Hints of gardenia and coconut drift like feathers, softened by warm amber—noble, wild, and eternal.</div>
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<div data-block-id="block-d2873f8c-651c-487a-a4b6-e8946b0f684c" class="ql-block">When you light this candle, you step into a realm above the clouds—wild, noble, and ageless.</div>
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<div data-block-id="block-b07601bf-3d6c-464f-92f0-8b6b106264dc" class="ql-block">The scent opens with crisp balsam and blue spruce, fresh and sharp as mountaintop air beneath beating wings. These notes lift you skyward, catching the updrafts of imagination. Oakmoss and cedarwood follow, deep and resinous, anchoring the flight with the weight of legend—like talons brushing moss-covered stone. Beneath it all, a whisper of gardenia and coconut drifts on the breeze, a softness that rounds the edge of the wild, as if feathers have brushed across your skin. Warm amber lingers in the background, like sunlight caught in a plume—glowing, golden, eternal.</div>
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Griffin

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Mood: On a hill above the mead hall, the glowing embers of the forge send smoky tendrils into the cold air. Racks of weapons, imbued with secret powers, await the adventurer's hands. Smells Like: Charcoal, glowing embers, leather-wrapped hilts, and smoke augmented by tonka beans. ---------- The city lies quiet on this cold winter morn except for the rhythmic clang of the smith's hammer. At his station above the ancient mead hall, he has worked his craft since the break of dawn. His mighty swings send sparks to the sky. The steel glows red. He thrusts it into the waiting water. With a mighty hiss, steam rises into the cold air. This blade will be a mighty weapon, ready to slay foes and protect allies. He allows himself a knowing smile and turns his gaze to the monument towering over his forge. The old stone statue gazes back, its unmoving gaze penetrating. It has seen many smiths and many warriors, for it has stood there longer than the mead hall, longer than any who now live can remember. Magic stirs the air. The blade forged here is destined for great deeds. ---------- Thank you for supporting a small family-operated business! We can't wait to delight you and transform your home into a fantasy realm!

<p style="text-align: left;" data-mce-style="text-align: center;"><strong>Mood: </strong>On a hill above the mead hall, the glowing embers of the forge send smoky tendrils into the cold air. Racks of weapons, imbued with secret powers, await the adventurer's hands.<br></p>
<p><strong>Smells Like: </strong>Charcoal, glowing embers, leather-wrapped hilts, and smoke augmented by tonka beans.</p>
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<div data-block-id="block-b2472a31-4022-4ff3-a864-b72b8e69ee4e" class="ql-block">The city lies quiet on this cold winter morn except for the rhythmic clang of the smith's hammer. At his station above the ancient mead hall, he has worked his craft since the break of dawn. His mighty swings send sparks to the sky.</div>
<div data-block-id="block-f6f3ef20-df91-4de3-a922-83835728cad9" class="ql-block">The steel glows red. He thrusts it into the waiting water. With a mighty hiss, steam rises into the cold air. This blade will be a mighty weapon, ready to slay foes and protect allies. He allows himself a knowing smile and turns his gaze to the monument towering over his forge.</div>
<div data-block-id="block-8f0652d5-7b3f-48e0-bdff-8cdf2fe9e42e" class="ql-block">The old stone statue gazes back, its unmoving gaze penetrating. It has seen many smiths and many warriors, for it has stood there longer than the mead hall, longer than any who now live can remember. Magic stirs the air. The blade forged here is destined for great deeds.</div>
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The Blacksmith

Warriors Hearth Mood: The villagers look up from their ale as the warrior enters the inn, he is well known in these parts. Resting his weapons against the wall and removing his half-frozen cloak, he makes his way to the hearth and warms his hands over the blazing fire. Smells Like: Aged leather, blackened charcoal, well-used weapons and smoky caramel.

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<p class="zp ts-regular-1"><span><strong>Mood: </strong>The villagers look up from their ale as the warrior enters the inn, he is well known in these parts. Resting his weapons against the wall and removing his half-frozen cloak, he makes his way to the hearth and warms his hands over the blazing fire.<strong></strong></span></p>
<p class="zp ts-regular-1"><span><strong>Smells Like: </strong>Aged leather, blackened charcoal, well-used weapons and smoky caramel.</span></p>

Candle labeled 'Warrior's Hearth' by Mythologie in front of a fireplace.

Warrior's Hearth

Mood: The cleric's light illuminates the abandoned crypt, revealing words of warning, scrawled in blood. Smells like: Ancient clay and stone, wispy cobwebs, crumbling moss, and mysterious, sweetly decaying musk.Scent Strength: Medium ----------- The rogue works the lockpicks on the ancient door. Finally it swings open with the harsh sound of rusty hinges. A stair case leads down into darkness, the air stale and cold. The cleric calls forth a holy light, and the party begins their descent. Roots of trees choke the walls, breaking through the earth and stone. Worn symbols carved into the walls give warnings of terrible fates that will befall any who defile this tomb.The stairs end in an open chamber. Bones litter the floor. As the light falls upon them, they shiver and come together, reforming into skeletal warriors, ready to protect the tomb.

<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Mood:</strong> <span>The cleric's light illuminates the abandoned crypt, revealing words of warning, scrawled in blood. </span><br><strong>Smells like:</strong> Ancient clay and stone, wispy cobwebs, crumbling moss, and mysterious, sweetly decaying musk.<br><strong>Scent Strength:</strong> Medium</p>
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<p>The rogue works the lockpicks on the ancient door. Finally it swings open with the harsh sound of rusty hinges. A stair case leads down into darkness, the air stale and cold. <br><br>The cleric calls forth a holy light, and the party begins their descent. <br><br>Roots of trees choke the walls, breaking through the earth and stone. Worn symbols carved into the walls give warnings of terrible fates that will befall any who defile this tomb.<br><br>The stairs end in an open chamber. Bones litter the floor. As the light falls upon them, they shiver and come together, reforming into skeletal warriors, ready to protect the tomb.</p>
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Musty Crypt

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Mood: Half-man, half-beast, the Centaur moves through ancient forests with instinct and honor, a guardian of the deep wilds where few dare tread. The scent he leaves behind is that of the woodland itself—rugged, earthen, and eternal. Notes: Damp forest moss over weathered birchwood, fern-laced undergrowth, and smoke-laced tobacco bark. Strength: Medium Scent-Story: The Centaur represents a different kind of power—the kind rooted in instinct, memory, and muscle. He’s not here for crowns or conquest. He’s the one who knows which herbs to crush for pain, which stars to follow when the sky turns strange, which tree roots tell of coming storms. This candle is perfect for those who crave something raw and grounding. Not bright. Not floral. Think rich soil, hoof prints in the undergrowth, tobacco bark still clinging to the scent of flame. This is scent as memory. As myth. As movement through the green. When to Light: When you need to feel rooted, steady, alert, and clear-headed Before a deep work session, forest walk, or inspired brainstorm To anchor yourself in the middle of a chaotic day Light the flame. Let the forest speak. The Centaur walks beside you.

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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Mood:</strong></span> Half-man, half-beast, the Centaur moves through ancient forests with instinct and honor, a guardian of the deep wilds where few dare tread. The scent he leaves behind is that of the woodland itself—rugged, earthen, and eternal.</div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Notes:</strong></span> Damp forest moss over weathered birchwood, fern-laced undergrowth, and smoke-laced tobacco bark.</div>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Strength</span>:</strong> Medium</p>
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<strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Scent-Story:</span> </strong>The Centaur represents a different kind of power—the kind rooted in instinct, memory, and muscle. He’s not here for crowns or conquest. He’s the one who knows which herbs to crush for pain, which stars to follow when the sky turns strange, which tree roots tell of coming storms.</div>
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<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-e5c11518-8642-4f92-b051-8582742d1d90">This candle is perfect for those who crave something raw and grounding. Not bright. Not floral. Think rich soil, hoof prints in the undergrowth, tobacco bark still clinging to the scent of flame.</div>
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<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-1bc4d9b7-64ac-4133-a7f6-eebcb37cb9fb">This is scent as memory. As myth. As movement through the green.</div>
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<h3 class="ql-heading" data-block-id="block-cd2e0ccf-5847-427e-ad99-079baa6198de" data-collapse-state="expanded">When to Light:</h3>
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<li>When you need to feel rooted, steady, alert, and clear-headed</li>
<li>Before a deep work session, forest walk, or inspired brainstorm</li>
<li>To anchor yourself in the middle of a chaotic day</li>
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<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-da7fc6de-1984-4bb3-b924-c5c0fc304bea">Light the flame. Let the forest speak. The Centaur walks beside you.</div>
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