Products tagged with 'comfort of home'

Spice blend of ginger, cinnamon, clove with hints of nutmeg, orange, brown sugar & vanilla. Our candle crew created this fragrance reminiscent of stepping inside 1803 Candles in Waterman, IL.

A picture-perfect baked good scent for your home. We took the aroma of baked cinnamon buns drizzled with vanilla icing and paired it with luscious wild blueberries.

Delicate white pear, caramelized sugar, sunny citrus, wildflower honey, and a little bourbon give you a beautiful fragrance to enjoy throughout the year.

“Nanny said ‘There’s somethin’ about cornbread, folks eat it mornin’, noon, and night, and some in between’.”

“Nanny said ‘There’s somethin’ about cornbread, folks eat it mornin’, noon, and night, and some in between’.”

“The front porch beckons friends to sit and visit. The door is always open, a pie in the oven, and the coffee’s always on.”

“The front porch beckons friends to sit and visit. The door is always open, a pie in the oven, and the coffee’s always on.”

Dad gathers up tree branches and sits by the smoldering fire. The kiddos load marshmallows on a branch and half fall off in the fire...dad snickers but the toasted ones that make it through are delicious.

A crumbled dough takes shape when mom mixes butter, cream, brown sugar, vanilla bean, and flour on the kneading board. She sprinkles the top of a pie with the buttery crumble and bakes it until the kitchen fills with a golden aroma.

“Grandma’s kitchen is filled with needful things for baking; Cookie tins, spices, rolling pins, dough bowls, and pretty platters.”

“Grandma’s kitchen is filled with needful things for baking; Cookie tins, spices, rolling pins, dough bowls, and pretty platters.”

“Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home” - John Howard Payne

"Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home” - John Howard Payne

The scent unfolds with caramel, cedar, vanilla, and best of all the notes of the seasoned oak barrel used to age this unique reserve.

A warm and comfortable place where memories are created, friends always belong and laughter never ends; warm strudel and spice.