Red Ferne Candle
If golden hour had a scent it would be this one. The way your heart feels as the midwest sun is setting deep red and all pinky greatness behind long wispy grass. The earth is warm, fragrant and amber. The air is filled with fireflies a hint of oaky moss. My sweet red haired, firey grandma (ferne) taught me to love the Midwest with a deep passion. This candle is named after her.