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.”
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.
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.
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.
That's still up for debate, but when it comes to friendly fire, yours is more like a box office bomb. In this high-stakes game of scent survival, you'll take all parabens you can get. Ready your nostrils, soldier, because this is war – and we're going in guns blazing!
Not just a candle, but a salute to action film legends. Cleverly named and housed in a scotch glass, each John's Wick is an epic of scent, battling stenches with blockbuster flair. Light up, cue the heroics.
What's not quality when it comes to a scotch glass full wax, a sturdy wooden wick, and a kick of bold fragrance. You light, we fight, making sure bad scents bite the dust. No nonsense, all action.
Melted with the intensity of a smelting plant hot enough melt the T-800 and hand-poured with unmatched precision. We harness that searing heat, ensuring every candle emerges ready to terminate any unwelcome stench.