Eternal Night Society

Requiem - Candle Amber Jar 9oz

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Scent Requiem

When the seasons turn, The Requiem candle honors the eternal cycle that holds us all. Light it as an offering of gratitude—for the harvest gathered, the rest to come, and the promise that what falls will rise again. Each flame flickers like a prayer to the guardians who watch over life's beautiful turnings.

Hand-poured in amber glass with clean coconut soy wax—vegan, toxin-free, and perfect for those moments when you want to honor the rhythm that sustains us all.

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Candle Details:

9 oz amber glass jar with gold colored lid
8.75 oz of clean-burning apricot coconut wax
Toxin-free, paraben-free, phthalate-free
Cotton wick (lead and zinc free)
50 hour burn time
Hand-poured in the USA

Fragrance Journey:

Crisp autumn air carries whispers of spiced apple cider and warming clove through moonlit orchards, while pine boughs heavy with secrets release their ancient breath alongside tart cranberry jewels scattered like fallen stars. Deep in the forest's heart, cedar stands sentinel, grounding this mystical harvest in the eternal wisdom of shadowed woodlands where the most precious bounties are gathered under cover of darkness.

Top: Apple, Cinnamon, Clove
Middle: Pine, Eucalyptus, Juniper, Cranberry
Base: Cedar

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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Set the Mood

Scent + glow = your sanctuary

Burn Bright, Burn Long

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

Crafted with Care

Clean apricot coconut wax hand-poured in the USA. Because quality matters (obviously).

Scent Without Compromise

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

The Offering

She watches them come as the leaves begin their dance, these brief bright souls who understand what so many forget. They arrive with offerings cradled in mortal hands—crisp apples and evergreen boughs, cinnamon warmth and cranberry jewels—but it is not the gifts that make this moment sacred.

It is their gratitude.

They comprehend what she guards: that death feeds life, that rest brings renewal, that the wheel must turn for anything to grow. They do not fear the falling leaves or mourn the shortening days. Instead, they honor the necessity of it all, the beauty in letting go so something new can begin.

This is what blesses her work—their trust that she will guide the seasons home, their faith that what descends will rise again. They see the eternal rhythm she protects, and in seeing it, they know their own place within the cycle.

So she accepts their offerings with ancient tenderness and gives her blessing in return: You are held within this turning. Your endings and beginnings are sacred, protected, woven into something far greater than you know. The wheel keeps spinning, and you—like the forest, like the seasons—will always find your way back to life.