NO. 4 | URSA MAJOR

There’s a reason everyone sings about the stars. Why folks make such a fuss that New York doesn’t have any worth lookin’ at. Out here, the stars actually show up for work. They tell stories, they light the way—they’re nature’s original flashlight.

But when you let big city lights guide you, you lose touch. You get pushed away, led astray, blinded by billboards selling you things you don’t need instead of the tiny specks scattered across the sky by a force so mighty they’ve stayed put for millions of years without askin’ for applause.

Every night, if you care enough to tilt your chin up, you can spot Ursa Major, that big ol’ celestial bear lumberin’ across the darkness. And maybe—just maybe—it’ll make you feel something honest again.

This candle is that feeling.

It opens with soft orchid blossom, a delicate glow in the dark, like the first star brave enough to clock in. The heart warms into night-blooming jasmine and cognac, deep and velvety, like a secret told under a sky so wide it swallows your worries whole. A base of musk settles in last—steady, quiet, and unmoving as the constellations themselves.

Mysterious, comforting, and cosmic—this candle brings the night sky down to earth, right where you can feel it. Great for a date night. 

PLAYLIST VIBE: Dijon