Cantrip Candles

Waves lap against sandy shores as Otto and the otter crew toast with their signature island drink.

This candle smells of something just baked, berry-stained and golden.

Deep in the forest where the bear mercenaries make their camp, golden honeycomb gleams on stripped cedar bark—spoils claimed and celebrated.

Miss Penelope has won the Brownstone village dessert contest five years in a row!

The old wooden door swings open with a gentle chime, welcoming another customer. Soft acoustic music accompanies the sweet, rich flavors wafting through the air. Sit, relax, and enjoy the simple things in life.

The old wooden door swings open with a gentle chime, welcoming another customer.

The old wooden door swings open with a gentle chime, welcoming another customer.

Slim hooded figures gather in a hazy, dimly lit cellar.

Miles of winding tunnels form a maze of danger and mystery.

Figwood Orchard boasts the most spectacular display of blossoming flowers and fruits during the springtime.

Stepping through the arched branches, I find myself bathed in moonlight.

Any citizen can guarantee to wake up to the wonderful smell of baked bread coming from Goldwheat Bakery.

Our healing potions are sourced from over 25 acres of citrus trees and berry bushes. The long, sunny days and gentle rains give the fruits a distinctly sweet note.

Such a Fiery Hell! We were fools to ever come here! Seas destruction and magma!

As I continue my search for the elusive Sovereign Roc, the weather proves indecisive with scorching days and frigid nights.

The Homestead Adventure Triptych includes a complete three-part module over the course of three seasons, inspired by three iconic Cantrip Candles scents.

This 16 oz. soy wax candle fills the air with the warm, inviting aroma of fermented honey and tart cranberries, reminiscent of freshly poured mead at the local inn.

Ignoring the warnings of the villagers and the sinking feeling in your gut, you approach the stilted house in the dead of night.

Muffled whispers and scratching quills are heard in this hall of knowledge.

Muffled whispers and scratching quills are heard in this hall of knowledge.

The air is crisp and cold at this altitude.

This 16 oz. soy wax candle fills your space with the crisp, invigorating scent of birch, sea salt, and soil, evoking the feeling of stepping onto fresh shores after a long voyage across the sea.

Evil has a way of pulling one in, so be wary of places where the veil is thin.

Hymns ring through the halls as plumes of incense drift upwards towards the heavens.