CRISCO DISCO
Regular price£54 Sale priceWhipped cream foam, a suede jacket, the scent of cedar, blood orange, the lyrics burn baby burn as your heart floats in a fluffy vanilla sky, the night you fall in love in the Meatpacking District.
TOP — Frangipani, Blood Orange, Gardenia, Jasmine, Petitgrain
HEART — Whipped Cream, Bourbon Vanilla, Tuberose
BASE — Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Suede
220G candle. 45 hour burn time. Signature three-colour gradient glass. Matching recyclable ombré packaging.
Our candles are made using fully traceable, sustainable, high-grade vegan wax comprised of an all-natural blend of soy and rapeseed oils formulated to melt in an even, slow burn. Formulated, crafted and hand-poured in the UK. Designed to evoke that pure, deep bliss of the dance floor in fragrance as vibrant and layered as the glass that holds it, and the disco that inspired it.
Our signature three-colour gradient glass is crafted by hand in the UK. Each colour is individually sprayed by hand and heat-set, before the next pigment is applied. The result is a layered effect that makes no two Discothèque glasses the same. A one-of-a-kind curio meant to stay in your home long after your candle has burned.
Burn time is approximately 45 hours. For the best burning experience, trim the candle wick before each use. Read our Candle Care for complete instructions.
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Diamonds of blue light danced across the room. Stars on his face, his chest. His sweat, like butter. He was soaked in whipped cream foam. Framed by a giant can of Crisco. A picture you’d remember always. The night you fell in love in the Meatpacking District. The DJ put the needle in Disco Inferno. The lyrics burn-baby-burn played as he came closer. You felt the sleeves of his suede jacket, the scent of cedar. He tasted like blood orange. The treble rumbled. The floor shook, and for a moment your feet left the ground. But it was only a feeling. It was just your heart floating in a fluffy vanilla sky.