Time frays. Cells unravel. And yet, here you are, cradling a flame that smells like violet, gardenia, jasmine, fresh grapefruit, vanilla, and white woods. A fleeting reminder that beauty exists even as the edges wear thin.
Each vessel is conjured and created by PVT Ceramics, a Canadian creative whose hands are far steadier than the cosmic chaos we’re all dissolving into.
Made by Canadians, for Canadians.
A note for the living: if you intend to burn this candle (and not just worship it), you must first remove the toppers. Fire loves ritual, but it does not forgive carelessness.
I echo in the hollow, a song for what is lost yet never leaves.
