• Leather and Lore fantasy candle in oatmeal jar on dark wood bookshelf with books - Brilliant but Scary
  • Leather and Lore bookish candle in oatmeal jar - Brilliant but Scary
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Leather and Lore

Aged paper, rich leather bindings, and smoky dark musk—pure library.

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Inspired by: Fae Libraries, Restricted Sections, Dark Academia

A scent for the relentless scholar, the guardian of secrets, and anyone who knows that the most powerful magic is written down and locked away for a reason. Leather and Lore is the smell of places you're not supposed to go: Restricted sections, forgotten archives, and libraries that float ten thousand feet above the world, filled with knowledge that predates kingdoms.

This is the candle for readers who've stayed up until 3 AM researching fictional magic systems and those who understand that sometimes the real battle is won with a good book. 

Perfect for Dark Academia lovers and anyone who's ever whispered "just one more chapter."

Fragrance Notes

Top: Ancient Paper
The unmistakable scent of aged manuscripts and brittle pages.

Mid: Leather & Dark Wood
Rich leather-bound books and the cedar shelves of a forgotten library.

Base: Smoke & Resin
Labdanum and dark musk—the lingering residue of old magic, protective spells, and the shadows that guard the most dangerous truths.

Product Highlights

  • Premium coconut and apricot wax blend
  • Hand-poured in small batches
  • Scent: Paper, Leather, and Smoke
  • 8oz collectible jar with 7oz wax fill
  • Curated with high-quality, non-toxic oils

Candle Care

  • Trim the wick to 1/4” before each use.
  • Allow the wax to melt evenly across the surface to prevent tunneling.
  • Burn on a stable, heat-resistant surface away from open drafts and never leave a burning candle unattended.
  • For optimal performance, do not burn for more than 4 hours at a time.
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Discover the Lore

The library is forbidden after midnight, but you've never been particularly good at following rules—especially when the answer you need is locked behind a chain in the restricted section.

You light your candle first. The flame catches, and immediately the scent fills the narrow space between towering shelves: aged paper, worn leather, the unmistakable smell of knowledge that's been hidden away for good reason. It grounds you. Reminds you why you're here.

The book you're looking for isn't in the catalog. It wouldn't be—books like this one don't get recorded in official records. They get whispered about. Hinted at. Hidden behind wards that most people are too afraid to break. But you're not most people, and the war—or the prophecy, or the curse, or whatever disaster is currently threatening everything you love—won't wait for you to be cautious.

You find it on the seventh shelf, exactly where the coded note said it would be. The leather cover is cracked with age, the pages yellowed and fragile. When you open it, the scent intensifies—centuries of darkness and secrets, resin and smoke, the accumulated weight of everyone who's ever opened this book and learned something they couldn't unlearn.

The text is in Old Fae. Of course it is. You settle onto the floor, candle beside you, and begin the slow work of translation. Hours pass. Maybe more. Time moves differently here, in this place where ten thousand years of knowledge sleep on shelves that seem to go on forever, lit by floating lights that never quite reach the darkest corners.

You're so focused that you don't hear the footsteps until they're right behind you.

"Found something?" A familiar voice. Not accusing. Just... knowing.

You look up. They're holding their own stack of books, research materials for a different piece of the same impossible puzzle. They sink down beside you, close enough that your shoulders touch, and the smell of old leather and ancient paper wraps around you both like a shield.

"I think so," you say. "But I need your help with this passage."

They lean in, candlelight flickering across pages that have held their secrets for longer than either of you have been alive. Together, you read. Together, you find the answer.

This is Leather and Lore, and this is what it smells like when knowledge becomes power.