Experience the essence of autumn with the 216Candle Fall 2025 Collection—where each hand-poured candle transforms your space with the warmth and nostalgia of the season. Crafted with our signature coconut-apricot wax blend for a clean, luxurious burn, this collection includes:
Crisp Afternoon
Embrace the cozy warmth of fall with notes of spiced vanilla, amber, and crisp apple—perfect for those golden, sweater-weather days.
Mahogany Harvest
Wrap yourself in rich, woodsy sophistication. Robust mahogany blends with subtle spices and creamy undertones, capturing the spirit of autumn gatherings.
Caramel Pumpkin Swirl
Indulge in the decadent sweetness of caramel and pumpkin, swirled with hints of cinnamon and nutmeg for a deliciously inviting ambiance.
Each fragrance is thoughtfully designed to elevate your home and evoke the comforting charm of fall. Discover your new seasonal favorite and bring home the perfect touch of autumn sophistication.
Pumpkin Froth
A swirl of warmth rises from the mug, fogging the window as autumn winds curl outside. Inside, comfort brews — fresh nutmeg and toasted cardamom dust the air like golden spice falling from the sky. A rich pour of pumpkin purée and silky frothed milk stirs into a bold heart of espresso, while ribbons of sweet cream and maple sugar melt into the finish like syrup on a sweatered Sunday. The Pumpkin Froth is that first decadent sip — cozy, creamy, and quietly indulgent. A café dream steeped in fall’s golden hush.
Crimson Spice
A fire-kissed swirl of heat and sweetness, Crimson Spice captures the thrill of autumn at its boldest. Bright cinnamon candies spark across the senses, melting into deep, resinous cinnamon bark and the comforting pull of vanilla bean. A final whisper of clove lingers, warm and grounding, like breath on crisp air. It's the bite of the season wrapped in velvet—sweet enough to draw you in, spiced enough to keep you there.
The Gathering
The table is worn but welcoming. A cast-iron kettle hums beside a basket of warm pumpkin bread, its crust glistening with salted butter. A hint of apple cider floats through the air, mingling with the scent of crackling oakwood and the golden hush of fallen leaves tracked in from outside.
Laughter echoes in the corners. Boots are kicked off by the fire. This is where the season lingers — in the flicker of vanilla, in the comfort of soft amber, in the spaces shared and the stories passed down.
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