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Swirling Memories

Sweet plum, warm amber, and vanilla—like captured starlight.

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Inspired by: Memory Magic, Fae Enchantments, Twilight Dreams

A scent for those who collect moments like treasures, who know that some memories shimmer brighter than others. Swirling Memories captures the ethereal beauty of magic made visible—silver thoughts that swirl and dance, fae glamours that make the world look softer, the twilight hour when reality blurs into something more beautiful. This is the smell of nostalgia wrapped in starlight, warm and sweet and impossibly comforting.

Perfect for fans of memory magic, fae courts, twilight aesthetics, and anyone who knows that some moments deserve to be bottled and kept forever.

Fragrance Notes

Top: Sweet Plum
The first burst of magic—ripe, twilight-purple plum that smells like fae wine and summer evenings.

Mid: Warm Amber
The heart of the memory: golden amber that glows like captured sunlight, warm and comforting.

Base: Soft Vanilla
A gentle foundation of creamy vanilla.

Product Highlights

  • Premium coconut and apricot wax blend
  • Hand-poured in small batches
  • Scent: Vanilla, Fruity, Woody
  • 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

You didn't mean to fall into the memory. Sometimes it just happens that way.

One moment you're sitting in the quiet of your room, candle burning on the desk, and the next—you're somewhere else. The scent does it: sweet plum and amber and vanilla, mixing together into something that smells exactly like that summer three years ago. The one before everything got complicated. Before the war, or the curse, or whatever darkness tried to take everything you loved.

In the memory, you're laughing. Gods, when was the last time you laughed like that? Unguarded and bright, surrounded by people who are still here, still alive, though some of them carry scars now that they didn't have then. The twilight sky above you is impossible—purple and gold and pink all at once, the kind of sunset that only exists in memories or fae realms or moments too perfect to be real.

Someone passes you a cup of something sweet. Plum wine, maybe, or fae mead that tastes like starlight. The amber glow of lanterns (or are they fireflies? or magic?) lights everything in gold, making even ordinary faces look mythical. You're warm. You're safe. You're exactly where you belong.

The memory swirls and shifts—that's what they do, isn't it? Never quite still, never quite solid, always dancing just out of reach.

You open your eyes. You're back in your room, candle still burning, the present day waiting patiently for you to return. But you bring the memory with you—silver and swirling and precious, tucked away safely where nothing can touch it.

This is Swirling Memories, and this is what magic looks like when you bottle it.