Dearly Departed

Dearly Departed is a gothic inspired candle crafted for those who find beauty in the dark and romantic. Veiled in the haunting elegance of midnight florals and ancient woods, it opens with whispering notes of wild herbs and velvety rose, deepened by the grounding warmth of cedarwood. A lingering blend of soft vanilla and golden amber drapes the air like candlelight in a shadowed cathedral. Mysterious, intimate, and timeless; Dearly Departed is a fragrance for souls who bloom in the moonlight.

Hand poured natural wax & cotton wick, vegan & cruelty free.

Soy wax candle in an 8oz amber apothecary jar with lid, approximately 40hrs burn time. We recommend burning for 3-4hrs maximum time to get the best burn from your candle.

6 coconut blend wax melt squares, each approximately 12-16 hrs of fragrance. Simply place a 4hr tea light in your burner and light

A short tale that embodies the essence of Dearly Departed.

In the hollow hours between dusk and dawn, Lady Eveline drifted through the graveyard like a wraith wrapped in mourning silk. The fog clung to her black veil, the chill biting through her gloves as she traced her fingers along the weathered name upon the tombstone; his name, the one she no longer dared to speak aloud.

The ivy had begun to overtake the letters, as though the earth itself sought to reclaim him completely. Yet still she came, night after night, calling to the silence. Sometimes, she thought she heard his voice whisper through the yew trees; soft, distant, and sorrowful.

At the manor, she had sealed the eastern corridor with rusted locks and iron chains, the corridor that once led to his rooms. No servant was permitted to enter, for she had forbidden light to fall where love had once lived. The keys hung about her neck, cold against her skin, a reminder of what she had locked away both in stone and in her soul.

They said she wandered between worlds now, neither living nor dead, her laughter a memory and her heart a tomb. And when the wind rose at midnight, sweeping across the graves, it carried with it the faint echo of her vow:

“Until he returns, no door shall open… and no heart shall beat for joy.”