Light this candle for:
Dappled light through the trees, pulp on your tongue, and whispers in the twilight.
Walk down the way by the piney wood, find the Goblin Market and all the wares the small folk keep. Beware where you spend your coin and beware the sweet words only creatures of the old world know how to whisper. Enchantments can be had for but a two-penny, but the cost may be quite dear. This candle embodies the irresistible scent of flower crowns, goblin fruit and a thousand years of forgetting.
“Evening by evening
Among the brookside rushes,
Laura bow’d her head to hear,
Lizzie veil’d her blushes:
Crouching close together
In the cooling weather,
With clasping arms and cautioning lips,
With tingling cheeks and fingertips.
“Lie close,” Laura said,
Pricking up her golden head:
“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?”
“Come buy,” call the goblins
Hobbling down the glen.”
― Christina Rossetti, The Goblin Market
Top - jasmine, berries
Middle - salt, wood, clouds
Bottom - sugar, vetiver, plum
Candle Specs: 3.5 x 3, over 1 lb in weight.
Label art by Henry Maynell Rheam, circa 1903
Title - The Fairy Wood