'90s TRIO
Regular price£139 Sale priceMILK!, KINKY G, LE BARON DE PARIS TOKYO.
Three legendary clubs that thrived in the 1990s, brought together in this candle trio to transport you back to their decade.
MILK!
TOP — Bergamot, Black Pepper, Juniper
HEART — Resin, Orris, Petitgrain
BASE — Leather, Amber, Sandalwood
KINKY G
TOP — Coconut Cream, Milk, Cherry Pie
HEART — White Peach, Cloudberry, Almond Blossom
BASE — Cedarwood, Vanilla
LE BARON DE PARIS, TOKYO
TOP — Night Blooming Jasmine, Bergamot
HEART — Tuberose, Neroli, Orange Blossom
BASE — Rangoon Creeper, Sandalwood, Soft Musks
Three 220G candles. 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.
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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A prophecy came true, like Prince had told us, when we partied like its 1999. Because Y2K was coming, and the world might end, so we danced, waiting for short circuits and blackened grids, when the lights would go out in London, then Germany, and Tokyo, like candles in the wind, and the globe would go dark. We were on the edge of a century, so we raved in blazing strobes. It was the scent of wild abandon. Broken beats found us and soul healed us. Doc Martens held us to the ground. And like the fallen straps of a champagne slip dress, we were not that innocent, but we would be notorious.