The final choice
Two candles. Two sides. One night.
1 October 2026 · 7:00pm BST
The gates are open.
Only 300 will exist
The first revelation
Two opposing creations. One born from the light. One forged in the dark.
Their names, their scent and the nature of their flame are known. All that is left is the night.
The balance
Drag the seal. Let one realm consume the other.
The names
If temptation has a smell, this is it. And it is not sorry.
Fallen is Lucifer. Not the pitchfork cartoon. The one from the story before the story got simplified. The firstborn's brother. The one who fell because he would not kneel.
Charming. Dangerous. Impossible to look away from once he is in the room.
The blend
If heaven has a smell, this is it. And it is not subtle.
Chosen is Amenadiel. The firstborn angel. The older brother, the righteous one, the muscle behind the light. Nothing about him is timid, and nothing about this scent is either.
The blend
The flame
Two wicks. One wood, one cotton.
The wood crackles like a fire that has been going a while. The cotton keeps the pool even and the throw honest. They do different things, so you pick the one you want. 75 of each, per scent.
150 of each. 300 in all. One night, and then never again.
The sealed testament
1 October · 7pm
Only 300 candles. No restock promised.
1 October 2026 · 7:00pm BST · brocandle.co
