A warm, masculine blend of amber, cedarwood, and sea salt—strong, grounded, and quietly comforting.

At the end of 2019, I was running on empty. I was exhausted, burnt out, and questioning everything. Navigating life as a single mother while running a business and working multiple jobs had taken its toll. Somewhere in the busyness and responsibility, I had lost my spark. One night over dinner, one of my closest friends encouraged me to do something radical — something just for me. Book the yoga retreat. Take the leap. A few weeks later, I found myself in Costa Rica, standing

Before the wax melts… Before the scent fills the air… There’s a quiet rhythm that happens first. Prepping wicks is one of my favorite parts of candle making. It’s repetitive, grounding, and sets the tone for everything that follows. This is the moment where I check in with myself — how I’m feeling, what energy I’m carrying, and what kind of flow the day is going to take. Some days in the studio I’m very “by the book.” Efficient. Focused. Professional. Other days are slower. M

Some candles are inspired by places, moments, or seasons of life. Cashmere Rose was inspired by a woman—my grandmother, Rose—whose strength, elegance, and resilience shaped generations. Born in Italy in the very early 1900s Rose lived through some of history’s most transformative and difficult decades. She experienced heartbreak, loss, and the courage it took to immigrate to America at a time when Italians were often judged and underestimated. She witnessed the Roaring Twenti

Some scents take you places. This one takes me home. Southern Girl was created in honor of my Georgia roots and the childhood summers that shaped who I am today. It’s inspired by a slower time—warm afternoons with a cold glass of iced tea in a mason jar, honeysuckles growing wild along the fence line, and bare feet splashing through forest streams that wrapped around my North Georgia home. Me at my Brothers favorite spot "The Waterfall" Mine too :) Black tea brings warmth an

Some places stay with you long after you leave them. Years ago, during the height of summer, I flew into Rome, rented a car, and spent weeks wandering through Tuscany and Umbria. I stayed on a mountainside property owned by a woman who welcomed us like family and taught us how Italians truly cook—simple meals, fresh ingredients, nothing rushed. Each day I drove to a new town to explore and get to see how the Italians live. Pienza, Siena, Montepulciano, Perugia—each one comple

As this year comes to a close, I find myself reflecting with a full heart. This year held so much — growth, change, lessons, grief, gratitude, and the quiet reminders of what truly matters. I’m endlessly thankful for every person who supported Hippie’s Homemade Candles this year, whether through an order, a kind word at a market, or simply following along and cheering me on. As I step into a new year, and a new decade, I feel a gentle shift happening. I’m being called toward