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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: Candlelight flickers on vaulted ceilings as students gather to tend to their professor's words. Quills scratch, voices drone, and books open in pursuit of knowledge. Smells like: Antique hickory study desks and suede armchairs with a hint of loose leaf tobacco. Scent Strength: Medium ---------- Customer Reviews "This candle smells amazing. It smells like what I imagine an old library with a roaring fire would smell like." -Courtney "This one is so good that my grandson swiped it and is calling it his masculine candle. Complex scent that isn't cloying." -Deborah---------- Chairs squeak upon polished floors as students settle into place. Quill pens dip into waiting inkwells then withdraw to scratch upon paper. A great fire crackles in a massive fireplace, the light spreading across the walls of ancient shining wood and stately portraits, their oils darkened with patina from centuries watching over these halls. The professor begins his talk, his voice sonorous. His words drift through the space, enlightening his students. Occasionally they laugh or smile at his witty observation. Notes are taken, and knowledge is shared. In the corner a student with tousled hair draws upon the margins of his notes. Dragons and goblins cavort upon the paper. He smiles as he drifts away, into a land of fantasy. Thank you for supporting a small family-operated business! We can't wait to delight you and transform your home into a fantasy realm!

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<p style="text-align: center;" data-mce-style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 0.875rem;"><em>"This candle smells amazing. It smells like what I imagine an old library with a roaring fire would smell like." -Courtney</em></span></p>
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<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-b7a14fbe-842f-4091-9f4e-6b94074eff67">In the corner a student with tousled hair draws upon the margins of his notes. Dragons and goblins cavort upon the paper. He smiles as he drifts away, into a land of fantasy.</div>
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Oxford Hall

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Mood: Twisting light and formless shadow drift around you as you enter the realm between the worlds. Smells Like: Rich amber, illuminated with golden light, soothing sandalwood and vanilla musk. ------ Pools of color ripple as the party appears into the twisting sea of ever shifting light and shadow. Silver cords bind them to their corporeal forms, left behind on another plane, as they float in the realm between worlds. Flotsam and jetsam, pulled from other realms, drift upon unseen currents. Chunks of castles and boards from great sailing ships, swept from their rightful place to sail in this endless, timeless space. The air around the party crackles with unseen energy as a massive dragon, its scales all the colors of a spinning sea of stars, appears before them. It watches them with clear, cold eyes. What as brought these mortals to its realm? Will it listen to their plea or devour them whole? The wizard reaches into her robe and withdraws a shining emerald the size of an apple. The dragon's tongue flicks in and out."Your gift has pleased me. You may ask a boon. Choose wisely." ------ Reviews: "An ethereal, sweet aroma, reminiscent of toasted sugar, inviting you to indulge in its celestial essence." ------ Thank you for supporting a small family-operated business! We can't wait to delight you and transform your home into a fantasy realm!

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<p>Pools of color ripple as the party appears into the twisting sea of ever shifting light and shadow. Silver cords bind them to their corporeal forms, left behind on another plane, as they float in the realm between worlds. <br>Flotsam and jetsam, pulled from other realms, drift upon unseen currents. Chunks of castles and boards from great sailing ships, swept from their rightful place to sail in this endless, timeless space. <br>The air around the party crackles with unseen energy as a massive dragon, its scales all the colors of a spinning sea of stars, appears before them. It watches them with clear, cold eyes. <br>What as brought these mortals to its realm? Will it listen to their plea or devour them whole? The wizard reaches into her robe and withdraws a shining emerald the size of an apple. The dragon's tongue flicks in and out.<br>"Your gift has pleased me. You may ask a boon. Choose wisely."</p>
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Ascend to the Astral Plane

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Mood: The fire crackles and sparks rise as Father Fox begins a whispered tale of old.Smells Like: S'mores melting over a campfire, bewitching spices and smoky sandalwood. Scent Strength: Medium ------ The wind howls outside, shaking the cottage windows, but inside the Foxes' home, the kits have eyes only for their father. He sits beside the crackling fire, his eyes aglow in its golden light, a mischievous smile upon his lips. He begins his tale, a story of dark paths and cold whispers in the lonely woods. The kits shiver and grow closer, eyes wide. The sparks rise with their father's words, leaving them enraptured as the hour grows late. This tale will not be forgotten. ------ Reviews: "This candle reminds me of the wonderful scents of the first cold night fire being lit. Crackling embers danced and the woodsmoke drifted through the crisp night air." "Love campfire smells!! And the underlying sweetness and spice in this one make it perfect! Favorite of the collection." "It smells like a campfire by a lake in the woods. The smoky scent, but the sweetness keeps it under control." ------ Thank you for supporting a small family-operated business! We can't wait to delight you and transform your home into a fantasy realm! The expected shipping time for this collection is 2-3 weeks.

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<p>The wind howls outside, shaking the cottage windows, but inside the Foxes' home, the kits have eyes only for their father. He sits beside the crackling fire, his eyes aglow in its golden light, a mischievous smile upon his lips. <br><br>He begins his tale, a story of dark paths and cold whispers in the lonely woods. The kits shiver and grow closer, eyes wide. <br><br>The sparks rise with their father's words, leaving them enraptured as the hour grows late. This tale will not be forgotten.</p>
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Fireside Fables

Mood: Gulls cry out overhead as the adventurers board the ship, ready to set out on a new quest.Smells like: Driftwood and sea salt, oiled ship timbers, and polished brass. Scent Strength: Medium ----------- In a bustling harbor, the party haggles for passage with the crusty sea captain. The Ranger's hand strays to her pocket where she holds a treasure map. A chest of gold and magical items is hidden on an island, three day's voyage from the mainland. If they can find it, their fortunes are made.Many vessels are moored at the docks, tall ships and fishing boats, merchant ships loaded with exotic goods. Travelers from many lands have come to this port town, many with stories to tell of faraway lands and monsters who haunt the high seas.The party strikes a bargain. They sail at dawn.

<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Mood:</strong> <span>Gulls cry out overhead as the adventurers board the ship, ready to set out on a new quest.</span><br><strong>Smells like:</strong> Driftwood and sea salt, oiled ship timbers, and polished brass. <br><strong>Scent Strength:</strong> Medium</p>
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<p>In a bustling harbor, the party haggles for passage with the crusty sea captain. The Ranger's hand strays to her pocket where she holds a treasure map. A chest of gold and magical items is hidden on an island, three day's voyage from the mainland. If they can find it, their fortunes are made.<br><br>Many vessels are moored at the docks, tall ships and fishing boats, merchant ships loaded with exotic goods. Travelers from many lands have come to this port town, many with stories to tell of faraway lands and monsters who haunt the high seas.<br><br>The party strikes a bargain. They sail at dawn.</p>
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Deep Water Harbor

Mood: The quest is over and your wounds are many. You limp from the woods towards the waiting village. Perhaps it is time to give up adventuring to become a guard. Smells Like: Arrows lying upon a bed of fir needles, fresh balsam wood, and orange peels cast aside by a passing adventurer. ---------- The guard strolls through the town, watching for signs of trouble. The air is crisp and cool and perfumed by the breeze drifting from the nearby forest. His old bones ache, so he pauses to rest a moment, leaning against a stone wall. A commotion arises from the gates. Is it trouble? He hurries to see. Not trouble, but a returning adventurer. Bandits have been plaguing the road in and out of town, but now their leader has been slain, their numbers scattered. The villagers cheer the man who has ended the reign of terror. The hero will be lauded for years to come. The guard smiles softly. He remembers those days, before he took an arrow to his knee. ---------- 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><strong>Mood: </strong>The quest is over and your wounds are many. You limp from the woods towards the waiting village. Perhaps it is time to give up adventuring to become a guard.</p>
<p><strong>Smells Like:</strong> Arrows lying upon a bed of fir needles, fresh balsam wood, and orange peels cast aside by a passing adventurer.</p>
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<div class="ql-block" data-block-id="block-3dc084ec-291b-443c-9367-d050aa8d3233">The guard smiles softly. He remembers those days, before he took an arrow to his knee.</div>
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Arrow in the Knee

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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The Town Square

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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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Strength</span>:</strong> Medium</p>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Scent-Story:</strong></span> 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.</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

Regular 8oz

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>
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Caught in a Web

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: 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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<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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Centaur

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