Tuscan Fig: A Candle Born in the Hills of Italy

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Jan 13
2 min read

Some places stay with you long after you leave them.

Cozy living room with rustic fireplace, green sofas, mustard cushions, wooden beams, yellow walls, and books on a wooden coffee table. Warm mood.

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 completely different yet grounded in the same earthy beauty. Stone buildings worn smooth by time. Rolling hills painted in soft greens. The scent of rosemary in the air. Markets overflowing with fresh fruit, olive oil, bread, and flowers.

The fig trees on the property were heavy with fruit, perfectly ripe, sweet, and sun-warmed. I was surrounded by olive orchards, open skies, and a slower way of living that felt deeply familiar.

Olive trees in a dry field under a cloudy sky. Rows extend into the distance, creating a sense of calm and solitude.

What surprised me most was the sense of belonging. I’m Italian, and my family came to America from Italy in 1912. Standing there, surrounded by fig trees and stone towns, I felt connected—like I had come home to something ancient and rooted.

That feeling stayed with me.

Charming cobblestone street with rustic stone buildings, lush greenery, and potted plants under a clear blue sky. Cozy and timeless.

Today, I have fig trees of my own, and Tuscan Fig is my way of returning to that place whenever I need it. This candle is earthy, warm, and grounded—soft fig layered with subtle greenery and olive-toned depth. It’s meant to feel like an open window in the Italian countryside, a reminder to slow down, breathe deeply, and feel connected to home, wherever that may be.