LE BARON DE PARIS, TOKYO
Regular price£54 Sale priceA siren’s song in sapphire waters, a fresh sprig of jasmine growing through a crack in blue asphalt, spinning happy flowers of a Murakami kaleidoscope, unfolding and opening to you like tuberose in spring.
TOP — Night-Blooming Jasmine, Bergamot
HEART — Tuberose, Neroli, Orange Blossom
BASE — Rangoon Creeper, Sandalwood, Soft Musks
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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Down a dark alley sits an unassuming door marked only by a small neon “B”. Its pink light burns against a deep midnight sky. Like the lure of a temptress, a siren’s song in sapphire waters. You may be in Tokyo, but the door opens to Paris. A fresh sprig of jasmine growing through a crack in blue asphalt. The dance floor is packed, spinning, like all the happy flowers of a Murakami kaleidoscope. And there is one, in lemon cream tulle. Her arms unfold, opening to you like tuberose in Spring. On graffitied walls of Sharpie and lipstick phone numbers, a million love letters from nights past, you write your own. A permanent marker of this fleeting night. A story yet untold that begins with two initials and one scrawled heart.