Sakura Souls

Oni's Bloom Candle Frosted Glass (Hand Poured 11 oz)

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Scent Oni's Bloom

Where fierce protection meets delicate beauty, the Oni's Bloom candle captures the essence of traditional oni masks surrounded by cascading cherry blossoms. Rich floral notes bloom against mysterious undertones, creating a scent that's both powerful and tender—like finding strength in gentleness.

Hand-poured in frosted glass with a wooden wick that crackles softly, like laughter in a peaceful garden.

Sakura Souls - Beauty in Light & Shadow

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Product Information

Candle Details:

11 oz frosted glass jar with wooden lid
9 oz of clean-burning coconut soy wax
Toxin-free, paraben-free, phthalate-free
FSC Certified wood wick for a gentle crackling ambiance
50+ hour burn time
Hand-poured in the USA

Fragrance Journey:

Oni's Blossom awakens with the crisp, invigorating notes of basil and grapefruit, like morning mist through bamboo groves. The heart unfolds with the timeless elegance of rose and magnolia petals, while grounding patchouli whispers of ancient earth and forgotten temple gardens.

• Top: Basil, Grapefruit
• Middle: Rose, Magnolia
• Base: Patchouli

Candle Safety:

Always burn within sight and keep away from flammables. Trim wick to ¼" before each use. Never burn for more than 4 hours at a time. Keep out of reach of children and pets. Discontinue use when ½" of wax remains.

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Illuminate & Ignite

Light the way to bliss

Burn Bright, Burn Long

50-hour burn time. Comfort that haunts your home (in the best way).

Crafted with Care

Hand-poured in the USA. Apricot coconut wax. Because quality matters (obviously).

Scent without Compromise

Nontoxic. Phthalate-free. Paraben-free. Gorgeous scent, zero guilt.

Where Strength Blooms

They whisper when he passes, his massive hands coaxing life from bonsai with impossible gentleness. Look at the oni playing gardener, they laugh. Playing games with children like a doddering old fool. Has he forgotten what it means to be fierce?

He hears them. He does not mind.

The village children swarm his garden, and he chases them through the rows, roaring playfully as they shriek with delight. He shows them how each plant grows differently—this one needs shade, that one craves sun, this bonsai must be guided gently or it breaks. Like you, he tells them. You are not meant to grow the same. You are meant to become yourselves.

They test his patience with endless questions, pull at carefully trained branches, spill his tea. He never raises his voice. Never strikes. Even when frustration rises, he breathes and laughs and answers gently.

The adults think him soft, foolish. They do not understand that he has learned more about life from tending blossoms and sipping tea and playing with children than he ever did leading armies. He has faced his own demons—his anger, his impatience, the part of him that wanted to prove strength through destruction—and emerged knowing this truth:

Real courage is choosing gentleness when fury comes easily. Real strength is helping things grow into what they're meant to be. And he would rather be called a fool by those who mistake loudness for power than miss one moment of this hard-won peace.