Our story
One pot of wax, one pair of hands, and a small table that smells like whatever is curing that week.
How it began
The first batch was never meant to be sold. It was poured for a friend's wedding, because nothing on the shelf smelled the way it should, and because making it yourself turns out to be the only way to get exactly what you want.
Then people started asking for one. Then they started asking for four. Two years later, La galerie de Marjorie is still poured the same way — by hand, in small batches, in Andover — because scaling it up would mean losing the part that makes it worth doing.
Every jar carries the same promise the label does: hand poured with love. Not as a slogan. As a description of how it actually gets made.
What we believe
We pour a few dozen at a time. A bigger batch would be easier and cheaper, and it would also be the moment the quality starts to slide.
Natural coconut wax, cotton wicks, and fragrance oils chosen without phthalates. What burns in your home should be as considered as what you cook in it.
A candle is usually a gift, even when you buy it for yourself. It should arrive looking like one — boxed, tissued and finished by hand.
From wax to shelf
Most of that time is the candle sitting still, doing nothing. That's the part that can't be rushed.
Coconut wax is brought up slowly to temperature, then the fragrance goes in at the exact point where the wax will hold it. Too hot and the scent burns off. Too cool and it never binds.
Each wick is centred by hand and the jar filled in one steady pour. This is where a machine would be faster, and where a machine would give you a wick that sits half a millimetre off centre.
The candle rests untouched while the wax and fragrance settle into each other. Burn it on day one and you get a fraction of the scent. Burn it on day seven and you get all of it.
One candle from every batch gets burned all the way down before any of them get a label. Then each jar is cleaned, labelled straight, and packed by hand.
Whatever you're lighting it for — a long day ending, a room that needs softening, someone you want to spoil — there's a scent here for it.