For the Lovers, the Dreamers, the Readers

Smells like midnight glamour, clinking glasses, and secrets in the smoke.

Slip past the velvet ropes and into Gatsby’s After Party: a scene soaked in jazz, champagne, and reckless abandon. Strike the match, and pink pepper flirts with neroli oil, filling the room with a sharp, seductive welcome.

As the night deepens, rich rum swirls in the air, warm and intoxicating, wrapped in the creamy caress of vanilla. Beneath it all, the grounding weight of tobacco leaf and leather lingers; it is dark, smooth, & impossible to forget.

This isn’t just a candle. It’s the after-hours heartbeat of the Jazz Age: opulent, decadent, and a smidge dangerous.