the leaves reel drunkenly off the trees as summer ends. as you’re walking through the woods you feel a crisp, surprising snap underfoot, and then another. you look up to find yourself surrounded by fat, glowing apples like jewels, so weighty and abundant that the branches droop. you fill your bag with them, stopping to savor the musky, astringent scent of sap and damp grass. the tannic bite of apple skins blends with a drift of earthy smoke from roasting chestnuts as you make your way back through the town, laden with autumn’s first treasures.

MOTHERTREE is our candle that tells a september story.

notes: heritage apple — vanilla chestnut — saffron tincture

coming soon – bring us back six 4oz pots in good condition and we’ll give you a new one, for free, with our love.