Growing on the tree at the edge of our sisters house are delicious figs. I think we are the only ones who eat them, sometimes we will pull down the driveway not for a hello, but to steal a fig or two and then disappear again.

The blossom of the fig tree is hiding inside the fruit - we love this concept. These candles are an ode to the figs that bring us joy on our drive by fig stealing moments.

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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked
- Sylvia Plath

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50g | W 8cm x H 4.5cm

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100% Pure New Zealand Beeswax

Pure Cotton Wick

Non-Toxic

Handmade with love and care at our home