Fifty-five acres.

Sadieville, Kentucky. Oak and cedar along the north ridge, bluegrass tipping into wild bergamot by midsummer. Every candle starts here — in the walk, the pour, the cure. Coconut-soy wax, cotton wick, essential oils from plants we can point to. The vessels are cement. You feel one before you smell it. Twenty scents, each named for what it asks of you rather than what it smells like. First pour ships September 1st.