WHOLESALE CHÂTÉAU PLUMIER

A Royal Plum Velvet Candle There are places where winter never fully claims the land—where stone halls glow with candlelight and the air carries the memory of ripened fruit warmed by fire. CHÂTÉAU PLUMIER is inspired by a lost château renowned for its midnight harvests. Dark plum and wine-steeped cherry unfold first—lush, elegant, and softly sugared—before giving way to a velvety amber warmth that lingers like velvet against ancient stone walls. The fragrance is rich yet restrained, decadent without excess. This candle evokes the quiet luxury of a firelit great hall: heavy tapestries, stone floors warmed by flame, and a sweetness tempered by shadow. Refined, atmospheric, and unmistakably regal, CHÂTÉAU PLUMIER is crafted for evenings meant to linger. Hand-poured in small batches using a premium coconut apricot crème wax and finished with a crackling wood wick for a warm, immersive burn. Fragrance Notes * Top: Dark Plum * Middle: Cherry Eclipse * Base: Ambered Vanille, Ancient Stone Accord Details * Hand-poured luxury candle * Coconut apricot crème wax blend * Crackling wood wick * Clean, even burn * Designed for slow, atmospheric enjoyment Legend Story — CHÂTÉAU PLUMIER High above the frost-lined vineyards stood Château Plumier, a stone keep renowned not for its banners or battlements, but for its harvest rites. Once each winter, when the moon hung low and violet in the sky, the plums of the inner orchard reached a rare and fleeting perfection—dark, sugared by frost, and swollen with quiet sweetness. The château’s keepers gathered the fruit by torchlight, pressing it into a ceremonial elixir reserved only for the great hall. The brew was warmed with hidden spices, aged in oak, and sealed away until the longest night of the year. It was said the fragrance alone could still the wind beyond the walls and draw even the most hardened souls toward the hearth. When the casks were finally opened, the hall filled with a scent both lush and shadowed—ripened plum, dark cherry steeped in twilight, and a soft amber warmth lingering like velvet against stone. Nobles lingered longer. Words softened. Old feuds faded beneath candlelight and hush. Though the château eventually fell to time, the legend of its