Sixty jars a session, poured at 68 degrees exactly. The boring way, because it burns better.
Our story
Made slowly, on purpose.
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Poured by hand
Small batches on a kitchen-turned-workshop bench, wicks set straight with a wooden peg. If a jar comes out wrong, it becomes a tester. No seconds, no outlet bin.
02
Tested on the coast path
Every scent starts as a walk. Dune grass after rain, salt on the wind at Moffat Beach, a fig tree hanging over a Peregian Beach fence. If we can't point to the spot, we don't pour it.
03
Shipped in plain kraft
No plastic, no glitter, no foam peanuts. Your order survives the post in a box you can compost, usually with a scent sample tucked in the corner.
