Maelle

𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 🌹

She is quiet strength and sharp edges woven from silence, memory, and the unyielding pulse of curiosity. This candle is the breath of a girl who was never meant to be seen, yet burns with a fierce quietness that can never be extinguished.

The first inhale is sharp with ink accord, cold and metallic, like spilled secrets across ancient parchment. Ink is where Maelle lives. It is her weapon. Her refuge. It clings to your skin like a spell, like fuzzy memories and déjà vu.

Patchouli follows, grounding and ghostly. It carries the gravity of the past - the stone floors of a foster home, the weight of Gustave’s steady gaze, the ache of a childhood spent searching for something no one else remembered. It is the scent of roots that grow in broken places.

And then, piercing the stillness - black licorice. Unapologetically strange. Bold. Bittersweet. Like the girl herself, Maelle doesn’t ask to be understood. She dares you to see her. To see the way she stands between what is lost and what must never be forgotten, what she remembers when no one else can. To see the courage in her restraint. It is the taste of rebellion, the edge of a blade, the fierce pulse of a spirit.

This candle is for those who carry quiet rage beneath calm eyes. For the ones who find power in knowing, in remembering, in surviving. For those who do not fear the dark - because they are its keeper.