HACIENDA
Regular price£54 Sale priceA warm shock to the system, honey-coloured light, a red-apple heart with an electric synth beat, violet eyes, a utopia for misfits, wallflowers in bloom, almond tree blossoms on a crisp autumn night.
TOP — Mandarin, Apple, Bergamot, Pistachio, Almond
HEART — Lily of the Valley, Orange Blossom, Violet, Almond Blossom
BASE — Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Amber, White Musk
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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He stood outside a curvy brick factory on a crisp autumn night in Manchester. He clutched a flyer in his hand. He was waiting. Inside would feel like home, a red-apple heart with an electric synth beat. A utopia in a mad mad world. Where ecstasy sounds like cymbals and misfits can dance if they want to. Two wallflowers touch shoulders and bloom. It was there that he found her, under honey-coloured light. Her voice, a warm shock to the system, like orange cream candy, or violet eyes. Rakish and crooked, like the cut out letters of a punk poster. Standing beside her in a dark room of strangers, he felt here is the light that never goes out. Where life is but a love song, with a steady house beat.