“She baked to remember… and to forget.”
In the hush of a rain-slicked London morning, a solitary window glows above a modest bakehouse. Inside, a widow tends her kitchen, sleeves rolled to the elbow, the scent of her mourning pie—spiced with ginger, warm oats, and sweet brown sugar—rising with the steam. She stirs not just for sustenance, but for solace. Orange zest curls like a memory, sharp and bright, while cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla bean linger like echoes of a love lost.
The Widow’s Crust is a tribute to grief wrapped in comfort—a scent both haunted and homely. One foot in the kitchen, the other in the past. Let it warm your hearth like a well-worn ghost story, sweet and spiced with sorrow.
This is an 11oz candle, double wick. 45 hour burn time.
“She baked to remember… and to forget.”
In the hush of a rain-slicked London morning, a solitary window glows above a modest bakehouse. Inside, a widow tends her kitchen, sleeves rolled to the elbow, the scent of her mourning pie—spiced with ginger, warm oats, and sweet brown sugar—rising with the steam. She stirs not just for sustenance, but for solace. Orange zest curls like a memory, sharp and bright, while cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla bean linger like echoes of a love lost.
The Widow’s Crust is a tribute to grief wrapped in comfort—a scent both haunted and homely. One foot in the kitchen, the other in the past. Let it warm your hearth like a well-worn ghost story, sweet and spiced with sorrow.
This is an 11oz candle, double wick. 45 hour burn time.
Top: Incense: Overnight Oat, Orange Zest, Sparkling Ginger
Middle: Brown Sugar, Cinnamon
Bottom: Nutmeg, Vanilla Bean
