Grandads Garden | Handpoured Soy Candle

 Scent Story

Grandads Garden - A Story of Scentiment

In the heart of Grandad's garden, time seemed to slow, allowing the scents and sights to soak deeply into the soul. The old wooden gate creaked as I pushed it open, stepping into a world where peonies ruled with their extravagant beauty and heady fragrance. Grandad was already there, his weathered hands gently working the soil around a cluster of peony plants.

"Come here, locket," he called, his voice a comforting blend of warmth and wisdom. "Today, we'll learn how to care for these beauties."

I hurried over, my small hands eager to mimic his practiced movements. Together, we knelt beside the peonies, their tight buds just beginning to hint at the splendor hidden within. Grandad handed me a small trowel, showing me how to loosen the earth without disturbing the delicate roots. The rich scent of the garden enveloped us, a blend of damp earth and burgeoning blooms.

"Peonies need a bit of extra care," he explained, his eyes twinkling. "But they're worth it, don't you think? These flowers have a magic of their own."

As we worked, Grandad shared stories of the garden's history, tales of each plant and how it came to be there. But the peonies were special. He had started growing them the year I was born, nurturing them with the same love and attention he gave to me. Every spring, their blossoms were the first to greet me, their petals soft and fragrant, a promise of beauty and resilience.

"These peonies are for you," he said one day, his voice tender. "So you can give them to your teachers. Flowers have a way of brightening people's days, just like you do."

I cherished those moments, the pride in Grandad's eyes as I presented my teachers with the vibrant blooms. They were more than just flowers; they were a symbol of our bond, a shared secret of love and patience that grew stronger with each passing season.

Years later, the memory of those afternoons in the garden remains vivid, each detail brought to life by the enchanting fragrance of a peony candle. As I light it, I'm transported back to that sacred space, where the unmistakable aroma of peonies mingles with citrus top notes and complex mid tones of pepper. The rich floral notes of jasmine, lily, magnolia, violet, and rose are carried on a warm base of sandalwood, amber, musk, and vetiver, recreating the essence of Grandad's garden.

In my mind's eye, I stroll past rows of freshly blooming peonies, the gentle breeze stirring their leaves and carrying their scent to me. I see Grandad, his hands in the soil, his smile a beacon of love. The garden is our sanctuary, a place where memories are tended with the same care as the flowers, forever blooming in the heart.

As I relax with the candle's glow, I can almost hear Grandad's voice, feel his guiding hand, and smell the intoxicating fragrance of peonies, a reminder that love, like a well-tended garden, is eternal.

• 200g / Burn Time approx 60 hours

• Hand Poured using a blend of Soy, Rapeseed & Coconut Wax

• Vegan & Cruelty Free