Sweet summer blueberries ripened over sun-filled days. Finished with herbs from the nearby garden and a hint of vanilla. Each candle, with its intoxicating scent of honey, has its story to share as it burns. Fragrances that evoke the stories of hallowed spots of earth where honeybees forage for pollen and nectar of the south’s finest flora only to take it back to a pretty house and place it ever so carefully into perfectly pulled hexagonal pockets to be transformed, as if by magic, into golden honey.