Centuries. Weeks and days. Thousands of nights of passion and just as many of hatred and spells. To be born and to die. To celebrate life and to sink into the mist of sorrow. Everything is here and now. Everything is yesterday. And always, though sometimes forgotten, the candle’s flame flickered in past lives — in rituals, in magic, for light and for the calm of thought. Today, although candles have become a familiar attribute of nearly every home, they have preserved their magical nature, for the moment they are lit they return us to a primal, untamed state where our senses — not reason — guide our Journey.

I hope that your Journey with my hand-poured candles will carry the fragrance of your memories and dreams, gather your family and loved ones, or let you stay in solitude whenever you need it most. In the cheerful buzz of friends at the liveliest party in a Tuscan villa, in a grandmother’s embrace filled with herbs and care. While a baby sleeps in the arms of a mother whose hair smells of milk and cookies. In a blanket infused with a lover’s perfume, in the heat of Morocco and the dust of Hanoi. Everywhere. There will always be a scent that awakens a memory. That is exactly what I aimed for when selecting the fragrances for my candle collection.