CoCo Luxe

In the quiet village of Congerstone, nestled among the rolling hills of Leicestershire, the scent of autumn lingered in the air. The landscape was painted in hues of amber, russet, and gold as the last leaves clung to the branches of ancient oaks. The village streets filled with the crunch of footsteps, and the distant chiming of church bells marked the waning daylight.

At the heart of the village stood a small workshop, its windows aglow with the flicker of candlelight. Inside, Chloe, the candle maker, worked her magic. The shelves of her cozy shop brimmed with jars of dried flowers, bottles of essential oils, and neatly stacked tins labeled with names as poetic as the seasons they represented. Her latest creation, however, held something truly special. She called it Fireside.

The inspiration for Fireside had come to Chloe during one of her long walks through the countryside. The brisk wind carried the scent of damp earth and distant bonfires, the very essence of autumn whispering in her ear. It was a familiar sensation—one that transported her back to childhood winters, when the world outside was cold and sharp, but inside, by the hearth, there was warmth and stillness. Chloe had always loved the quiet of those moments, the way the flicker of flames and the crackle of burning logs seemed to tell their own stories. Those memories became the foundation of her vision for the candle.

As she began to craft it, Chloe carefully selected each element. The top notes were bright and fresh—bergamot, lemon leaf, and eucalyptus—capturing the crisp air of an autumn morning, when the first breath of cool air clears the lungs and refreshes the mind. With each stir of the wax, she could almost hear fallen leaves rustling underfoot, feel the last golden rays of sunlight slipping through the woods.

When the wax melted and the oils blended in, the heart of the candle revealed itself. Lavender, sweet and soothing, mingled with the peppery warmth of spices and a hint of geranium, adding a floral note that softened the sharper edges. Chloe thought of these middle notes as the moment of arrival—the warmth of stepping through the door after a long walk, shrugging off your coat, and finding a seat by the fire. Lavender calmed the mind, while the spices—so reminiscent of mulled cider or ginger biscuits—invited you to relax and stay awhile.

But it was the base notes that gave Fireside its soul. As Chloe poured the final layers of wax, the scent of cedarwood rose, mingling with the rich, creamy tones of massoia wood and the deep amber that gave the candle its signature warmth. Together, they conjured memories of crackling logs, the soft glow of embers, and the comforting weight of a woolen blanket draped across your knees. It was the scent of contentment, of time slowing down, of stories shared with loved ones on long, autumn evenings.

Chloe paused when the wick flickered to life for the first time. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent. Her creation wasn’t just a candle; it was a story—one that told of the cycle of the season, of the balance between the sharpness of the cold outside and the warmth within, of the quiet joy of solitude and the deep comfort of gathering by the hearth.

The villagers of Congerstone soon heard about Fireside and began to visit Chloe’s shop, drawn by the promise of autumn in a tin. One by one, they carried her creation home, and as each wick was lit, the magic Chloe had so carefully crafted filled their homes.

For some, the scent stirred memories of childhood—jumping into piles of leaves and sipping hot chocolate by the fireplace. For others, it offered comfort on dark, rainy evenings, when the wind howled outside but the fire burned steady within. And for everyone, Fireside became part of their autumn rituals—a reminder that even as the world grew cold and dark, there was always a place to find warmth, both within the home and the heart.

Chloe smiled as the first hints of winter crept into the village. Candle making had always been more than a livelihood to her. It was a way of capturing moments, of turning fleeting sensations into something tangible. Fireside had been born from the season itself, from the whispers of the countryside that had inspired her since she was a child. And now, as each person kindled their own little flame, they, too, became part of the tale—a tale of autumn’s beauty, of quiet reflection, and of fireside warmth.

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Coco Luxe Candle will appear as well in our upcoming Chandlers Coffee Tablebook
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