Welcome to John's Wicks
For When your shit does stink
For the modern man who’s no stranger to the meat sweats & is all too acquainted with the fight for his life during their mid-morning constitutional. Our candles ensure your dirty little secrets remain your own private shame.
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Kill it with fire
Candles by Men, for Men, Inspired by other men...of action
It was the neon washed ’80s, I was raised on steady diet of over-the-top action films. And while they battled foes on screen, my battles were fought in the bathroom against the ‘Baba Yaga’ of bad smells. So, I created a line of candles don’t merely subdue the enemy; it kills them, with fire.
When that unruly stench creeps into your domain, just remember, light one up and say, “Hasta la vista, Baba.”
Dave - Founder of John's Wicks
our killer launch Scents
Get to the Crappa
Your brow sweats, hairs stand on end. The vindaloo from last night is back, and you don’t need heat vision to predict the burn. Wherever the EVAC, John’s got your six.
Vanilla, plum, and tobacco meld with rum and amber.
I'm too Old for this shit
You’ve been around the block, seen some things. Now, at your age, your BMs are practically a Lethal Weapon. Everything you eat rebels, leaving you wondering,
“I’m Gonna Die On A Toilet, Aren’t I”.
Worn leather meets burnt oak in this smoky ambiance.
Yippee Ki-Yay Mother Farter
After eating the Christmas leftovers, getting together, having a few laughs, it‘s time for an intense showdown with your Nakatomi Plunger.
Welcome to the potty pal!
Bold rum and rich chestnut converge for a rugged holiday aroma.
IBS Tested, Wife Approved
