Spooky Soul Candle Co.

Spooky Soul Candle Co. Each candle is hand poured in small batches to produce a product that your spooky hearts will love.

Hey Spooky Souls! šŸ‘» Just a heads up—the Etsy shop is going to take a short break. Spooky season is absolutely the best, ...
05/22/2026

Hey Spooky Souls! šŸ‘» Just a heads up—the Etsy shop is going to take a short break. Spooky season is absolutely the best, but it takes a lot of time and energy to pull off. Since we’re almost at that point, this is my last chance to step away for a bit.

If you placed an order last week, the final summer candles are all packed, shipped, and on their way to you! šŸ™ŒšŸ» Thanks again for your support—I’m so excited for you to get your candles and see the theme of the little goodies this time. So fun! šŸ“ā€ā˜ ļø

The shop will be closed starting tomorrow (5/22) and will reopen on Saturday (5/30). I can’t wait to get back and get to work on all things fall!

There is a place inside all of us that no one visits. Either because we hide it away or lock it up. A hall of echoes. A ...
05/21/2026

There is a place inside all of us that no one visits. Either because we hide it away or lock it up. A hall of echoes. A thicket of thorns. A room at the end of a long, dark hallway where the door has been sealed for years.

This is a poem about what happens when someone finally opens that door. Not to fix what is broken. Not to silence what howls. But to step inside, barefoot, and stay.

It is a story told in fragments—a flicker of guiding candlelight, a flower blossoming amid a barren terrain, a love song sung among gravestones. It moves through landscapes of grief and silence, through winds that howl and fog that hides. But at its center is a simple, radical choice: to witness. To remain. To build a home not in spite of the darkness, but within it.

This is not a story about rescue. It is a poem about companionship. About what it means to hold space for someone else’s ghosts, to befriend their monsters. It’s about the slow, quiet work of loving a person exactly where they are—even when that place is a graveyard. And it asks a question that lingers long after the last line:

What would it mean for someone to love all of you—even the parts you’ve buried?

This is the story of the Specter and the Monsters. And it is waiting for you.

We don’t always remember how much fire used to shape our days. But when we light a candle, we step into a long rhythm. T...
05/19/2026

We don’t always remember how much fire used to shape our days. But when we light a candle, we step into a long rhythm. The same flame that cooked meals, told stories, and marked the hours is still here. It’s small. It’s simple. And it connects us to something much older than ourselves.

Across nearly every culture and tradition, fire has been seen as a bridge between worlds. In ancient Greece, the hearth fire was sacred to Hestia, goddess of home and family—a flame that was never allowed to go out. In Hindu rituals, fire (Agni) carries prayers from the earthly realm to the divine. In Celtic tradition, bonfires were lit at the turning points of the year to purify, protect, and mark the thinning of the veil, a liminal time between seasons. Fire was not just a tool. It was a messenger.

Mystically, fire is considered the only element that can transform matter. Wood becomes ash. Wax becomes light. Darkness becomes visible. It consumes, but it also purifies. Many spiritual traditions use flame for cleansing—burning herbs, candles, or written intentions—believing that fire has the power to release what no longer serves and to illuminate what was hidden.

Fire is also deeply tied to presence. It demands attention. You cannot look away from a flame for long. It flickers, shifts, and breathes. In meditation practices, the candle flame is often used as a focal point—a way to quiet the mind and anchor the self in the now. The same flame that once kept wolves at bay now keeps distraction at bay.

When you light a candle from our collection, you are not just lighting wax and wick. You are lighting a continuation of an ancient human act. You are holding a small piece of the element that has warmed, guided, and transformed us since the beginning. Let it remind you of the rituals we have forgotten. Let it pull you into the quiet. Let it serve as a reminder that the light of a candle, on a smaller scale, is a way for us to nurture our enduring relationship with the element of fire.

Getting new ink isn’t just a decision—it’s a ritual. A celebration of transformation. And yes, it deserves a candle. šŸ¤˜šŸ»N...
05/14/2026

Getting new ink isn’t just a decision—it’s a ritual. A celebration of transformation. And yes, it deserves a candle. šŸ¤˜šŸ»

New Tattoo captures that electric post-appointment rush: sweet sugar crystals, dark cherries, and a fizzy spark that hits like the first buzz of the needle.

Tattooing is one of humanity’s oldest spiritual practices. The oldest known tattooed human—Ötzi the Iceman, dating back over 5,000 years—bore markings believed to serve therapeutic and spiritual purposes. Across Polynesia, Egypt, Japan, and Indigenous cultures worldwide, tattoos have marked rites of passage, protection, and connection to the divine. Every tattoo tells a story—not just of ink, but of intention.

Tattoos act as permanent anchors for intention. They mark moments of rebirth, resilience, or remembrance. New Tattoo honors that transformation—a small ritual to ground the energy of your new ink and celebrate the endurance it took to get it.

New Tattoo will be available in the Etsy shop tomorrow 5/15!

To all the atmospheric scent lovers—since we’re all a little spooky here, I think this one applies to all of us. šŸ™ŒšŸ»šŸ‘»šŸ•Æļø  ...
05/11/2026

To all the atmospheric scent lovers—since we’re all a little spooky here, I think this one applies to all of us. šŸ™ŒšŸ»šŸ‘»šŸ•Æļø

To all the atmospheric scent lovers out there—since we’re all a little spooky here, I think this one applies to all of u...
05/11/2026

To all the atmospheric scent lovers out there—since we’re all a little spooky here, I think this one applies to all of us. šŸ™ŒšŸ»šŸ‘»šŸ•Æļø

Long before brunch reservations and flower deliveries, humanity honored the Mother. Not in a card. Not in a gift. But in...
05/11/2026

Long before brunch reservations and flower deliveries, humanity honored the Mother. Not in a card. Not in a gift. But in the turning of the earth, the rising of the river, and the first cry of a child held tightly to your chest.

She was Isis, whose wings swept the breath back into the world. She was Demeter, who let the fields die for love of her daughter. She was Danu, the river that gave life to a people. She was Parvati, the mountain of devotion made flesh.

They were not myths. They were memory. And every spring, the world honored them.

Long before Anna Jarvis placed a white carnation in her mother’s hand, there was a day called Mothering Sunday. A day when the faithful returned to the church that birthed them, when children walked home through the mud to kneel at their mother’s feet.

The modern holiday is a pretty ribbon tied around an ancient root. We call it Mother’s Day. But the impulse to honor the one who holds, who feeds, and who endures—that is older than language.

This is The Mother.

She is the second face of the Triple Goddess: the Maiden blooms, the Mother bears, and the Crone whispers sacred wisdom.

But here, in this flame, she is: the moon at her fullest, the grain heavy with seed, the green pulse beneath the soil, the curve of a belly expanding with life.

On 5/15, she blooms in the Etsy shop.

Gourmand lovers, you dreamy souls! ✨ This one is for you. 🧁🫶
05/05/2026

Gourmand lovers, you dreamy souls! ✨ This one is for you. 🧁🫶

Hoist the grog and drop yer anchor. āš“ļø Gather close, and listen well, for this is the legend of Forbidden Island. šŸļøThe ...
05/04/2026

Hoist the grog and drop yer anchor. āš“ļø Gather close, and listen well, for this is the legend of Forbidden Island. šŸļø

The summer sea is a sorceress. She’ll lure ye in with her sparkling waves, then drag ye down to the black depths of her soul. Still, we sail her waters, chasing the legend of an island not marked on any map.

The actual Forbidden Island lies hidden in Alameda, CA, a tiki bar that smells of salt and weathered planks. Within its shadowy confines, the barkeeps serve a Zombie so deliciously intoxicating that those who drink it spend their days in an eternal chase for that elusive taste. If ye’ve had one, ye know why. It don’t just steal yer senses. It steals a piece of yer soul.

Now, that boozy spell emanates from this candle, waiting to draw ye in. Light the wick, and watch as yer quarters transform into a tropical paradise, where ripe mango and creamy coconut milk sing sweetly, like a siren’s call. Notes of pineapple cut through the air like a blade. The sugar crystals glitter like doubloons in the sand. And the fiery spiced rum rises—a slow, creeping heat that wraps around yer throat and reminds ye that this island has teeth. It will take from ye what ye ain’t willing to give.

Mark yer calendars, for Forbidden Island washes ashore in the Etsy shop on 5/15! Get ready for an adventure, as tales and treasures await ye!

You Spooky Souls know I am a nerd when it comes to all things candles. Wax, wicks, safety, art, emotion. Why do we feel ...
05/03/2026

You Spooky Souls know I am a nerd when it comes to all things candles. Wax, wicks, safety, art, emotion. Why do we feel this way? Why am I drawn to this? What could this say about me? Is it a reflection of a mood? A personality trait? What? Is? It! I am a perpetual wonderer for better or for worse. šŸ˜‚

This is just for fun! Doing a little research into the different scent categories, personality types, and (if you know me, you knew I would include this) zodiac signs.

Fruity lovers! How did I do? Should I do the other categories? I’m kinda dying to do atmospheric lovers! Which one should I do next?

None of these traits are set in stone. We all can embody this energy at any given point. We can prefer a moody scent for a moody day or an uplifting scent for a busy day, a cozy scent for a family gathering. It’s all about what feels right in the moment.

Honestly, I’m genuinely curious what you all think. Do you vibe with fruity scents? Are you surprised by the zodiac picks? Let me know if this feels accurate or if it totally missed the mark. No wrong answers here — just candle talk and endless pondering. šŸ•Æļø

Do you use scent to affect energy? Create atmosphere?

05/03/2026

She’ll sing within his graveyard
A love song amongst its stones
She’ll pray for all his dead at rest
Shoo vultures from their bones

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