ORE COLLECTION

Something in the Orange

Top Notes: Bright bergamot and sweet orange.

Smells like it's not over, even if it is. Sweet orange and bergamot flash like hope—bright, quick, and gone. Coconut and gardenia fade slowly, like the last light of sunset. Amber and musk linger like a memory you just can’t shake. Something In The Orange is bright citrus, soft florals, and something unsaid. Burn it when you want to feel everything.

Speakeasy

Top Notes: A subtle smoky lift with echoes of leather and spices (juni­pery warmth and peppercorn intrigue).

Smells like velvet booths, dim lights, and cocktails behind a secret door. Speakeasy is warm leather, pine, peppercorn, and just a splash of citrus—the kind of blend that lingers like whispered secrets. This isn’t a candle you burn casually. It’s the one you light when you want to feel exclusive. If you know, you know. If you don’t, you weren’t invited.

Four O’Clock

Top Notes: Cozy hints like butter, nutmeg, and clove—soft, welcoming, and nostalgic. 

Door swings. Sneakers squeak. The house already knows you’re home. A ribbon of baking spice greets you—cinnamon, clove, a little nutmeg—then the butterscotch melts in, rich and golden. Vanilla rounds it out like a hug from the warm side of the kitchen. Light it when you want that four o’clock after-school nostalgia—safe, sweet, and seconds from dessert!

South Fork Inn

Top Notes: Dewy grass, and subtle sea salt—quiet luxe foundational scents. 

Smells like driftwood, daylight, and inherited wealth, somewhere in the Hamptons. Orange peel, soft grass, and sea salt open the door, crisp and effortless. Eucalyptus and sage ride the breeze in, clean and sharp. Moss and teakwood hold down the secrets, heavy as privilege. South Fork Inn isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to be. Silence here is paid for.

This Never Happened

Top Notes: Bright spruce or bergamot with a hint of orange peel—clean.

Nothing to smell here, now. Crisp lemon, soft rosemary, and a sharp hit of ozone clear the air—literally and energetically. Smells like you left the room better than you found it. Bright, clean, and confidently forgettable. Fresh, discreet, and deeply effective. Like pressing reset—on air (or attitude). This Never Happened: because not every story needs evidence.

Big Energy

Top Notes: A zesty coastal lift, sea salt freshness, and a minty-peony garden gleam. 

Smells like “oh wow, who is that?” Big Energy walks in like it owns stock in the moon. A cool coastal lift up top, grounded by sleek cedar and a quiet musk that lingers like a compliment. Fresh enough to flirt; bold enough to close. Polished, a little cocky, impossible to ignore. Light it and let the room flex.

FALL + WINTER COLLECTION

Oh, Hey Pumpkin

Top Notes: Pumpkin Pie covered in Caramel —a playful fall introduction. 

She’s cozy. She’s sweet. She’s one PSL away from petty. Oh, Hey Pumpkin is caramel-dripped goodness wrapped in a chunky knit. It’s the scent of seasonal main character energy—the kind that orders extra whip and knows you’re copying her. Smells like fall showed up with lip gloss and a little attitude.

Peaky

Top Notes: Bold, smoky leather, wiskey—immediately striking. 

Smells like the plan is already in motion. Cap brim low, voice even, every move calculated. Warm teakwood steps in first, rich tobacco follows close, and the spice hangs like a warning you don’t need to repeat. It’s sharp, relentless, and two steps ahead—proper Shelby business, ruthless but refined. If you know, you know.

Amas Veritas

Top Notes: Soft, floral lavender with clean herbal tones.

Practical magic in a jar. Smells like spellwork and true love, the kind that lingers long after the candles burn down. Lavender, dried herbs, and a whisper of clove drift through the air, soft yet commanding. It’s herbal, enchanting, and strangely powerful—like opening your own apothecary, lit with intention and a touch of fate.

Cheatin’ Season

Top Notes: Lush pumpkin, buttery cashmere warmth, and a hint of leather spice. 

Rules don’t apply. Cravings win. Cheatin’ Season is rich pumpkin wrapped in soft cashmere and just enough leather to raise questions. Whether you're two-timing your diet, your ex, or your better judgment—you’re not here to judge. Light it. Lean in. Tell no one.

Winter Is Coming

Top Notes: Bright citrus with festive cinnamon and clove heat.

Smells like firelight on stone walls while direwolves howl outside. Citrus strikes sharp, cinnamon and clove burn steady, and dark wood lingers like a debt that must be paid. It’s the Night King at your back and Valyrian steel in your hands—bold, spiced, and unrelenting. Burn it when the nights feel long and you want your house to hold its ground.

Below Zero

Top Notes: Crisp evergreen—frosted and clean.

It’s a love you’d keep frozen just to make it last. Citrus flickers soft, evergreen holds steady, and winter woods hang in the air like a promise whispered through the cold. Smells like hiding from the sun with your favorite snowman and promising forever in a world built to thaw. Burn it when you want a moment to stay.

Rich Aunt’s House

Top Notes: Warm cinnamon and subtle firelight musk—velvety and refined. 

She travels. She tips well. She smells expensive. Cinnamon, firelight, and something vintage burning in the corner—probably a memory, maybe a receipt. It’s holiday energy with better lighting, real silverware, and the kind of class that doesn’t need to announce itself. Burn it when you want Christmas… but with taste.

It’s A Beaut

Top Notes: Cozy fir, festive spice, and comforting smoke in the air. 

Fir, spice, and smoke glow warm—like the lights finally turned on, the cocoa got an upgrade, and no one’s dangling off the roof this year. It’s holiday chaos rebranded: flannel without the fumes, firelight without the meltdown, and Christmas done with a little restraint and a lot more style. Burn it when you want your season to be, as the neighbors say—a real beaut.