Purple Rain Candle

$38.00

Crisp Rain + Warm Stone

Charged salt crackles in the air, sharp and electric, as the first raindrops hit warm pavement. The downpour releases the scent of wild grass and ozone, fresh and alive, bending under the storm’s weight. As the rain fades, wet stone and pine rise through the mist, grounding the moment in something cool, steady, and endlessly expansive.

Scent notes

Top: Charged Salt, Wild Grass
Middle: Summer Rain, Ozone
Base: Wet Stone, Pine

Details & Ingredients

Our candles are crafted for a clean, even burn with a balanced, room-filling throw.

They are hand-poured with a sustainable blend of coconut, apricot, and soy wax for a slow, non-toxic burn—free from phthalates, parabens, and harmful additives. Each features a lead-free cotton wick for a smooth, consistent flame.

Housed in a minimal, high-quality glass vessel that is food-grade, reusable, and recyclable.

Burn time: 40 hours (8 oz) · 60 hours (11 oz)

Shipping & Returns

We offer free standard shipping within the contiguous US on orders of $75 or more.

We accept returns on regularly priced items for any reason within 30 days of your original purchase date. Candles must be unopened and unused to be eligible for return. Learn more here

Size:

8 oz single-wick 11 oz double-wick

Variant

Purple Rain Candle

$38.00

Raw, emotional, and electric.

liner notes

The air is thick with anticipation, the weight of the storm pressing down as distant thunder rolls through the city. A metallic crackle lingers—charged salt whipping through the wind, sharp and electric. The first raindrops strike hot pavement, sending up a wave of mineral-rich steam, fresh and intoxicating.

As the downpour intensifies, wild grass bends under the rain, its crisp green scent mixing with the cool, ozonic air. The streets glisten under flickering streetlights, the rush of water carving paths through the concrete. The rhythm of the storm is unpredictable—sudden, pulsing, alive—a moment suspended between chaos and calm.

As the rain slows, wet stone and pine rise through the mist, grounding the scent in something earthy and steady. The storm leaves behind a quiet hum of energy, a reminder of what just passed—fleeting, electric, unforgettable.