an up close video of a candle - the candle wax is a white color and is inside a clear glass container that doubles as a drinking tumbler once the candle burns out.
an up close video of a candle - the candle wax is a white color and is inside a clear glass container that doubles as a drinking tumbler once the candle burns out. the candle is sitting on pine sprigs and a pine cone
an up close video of a candle - the candle wax is a white color and is inside a clear glass container that doubles as a drinking tumbler once the candle burns out. the candle is laying on pine sprigs.
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Candle - Northlands

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Candles made by hand in Brooklyn with sustainable coconut wax, 45 hour burn.

 

 

THE SCENT

 

A stand of firs, light snow undisturbed on its branches. The earthen tang of sap on a cool current of crisp air. A premonition of the nutmeg-spiced hot cider waiting at home by the fireplace.


Perfect for some cozy quiet time or a warm gathering of good friends.

 


THE MEMORIES

 

“How delightful it is, and how it makes one's pulses bound to get back into this reviving northland wilderness! How truly wild it is, and how joyously one's heart responds to the welcome it gives, its waters and mountains shining and glowing like enthusiastic human faces!”
—John Muir

“We used to go camping in upstate New York — an entire side of my family, siblings and parents and aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents, all of us, every November. There, in a wide, shallow river, we had a small island ringed in evergreen trees all to ourselves. We’d stay up late around the fire, telling stories, staying warm despite the chill.”