Legend of Fayytal Flames

Orange tabby cat next to three "The Final Girl" scented candles with glittery tops.

It began, as all great tales do, with a little chaos and a lot of wax.

Born under a crescent moon (or maybe a flickering fluorescent light), Fayytal Flames rose from the ashes of boring candles everywhere. No more bland scents named “Tranquil Linen” or “Eucalyptus Whatever.” This was a rebellion — a wax-fueled uprising for gremlins with taste, witches with flair, and anyone who's ever wanted their house to smell like enchanted forests, sugar-fueled rage, or mysterious hot people.

Every Fayytal candle is hand-poured with love, a little glitter, and just enough weirdness to make you wonder, "Should I be concerned?"

This isn’t just a candle shop. It’s a scent coven. A cozy crypt. A home for the delightfully unhinged and the curiously enchanted.

Light one. Join us. Smell weird stuff. Be legendary.

TL;DR- Just a weird, neuro-spicy girl with 7 cats who likes to make candles.

P.S(PSPSP). Our candle-making process is lovingly supervised by a council of extremely unhelpful cats. If you discover a single, magical stray cat hair in your candle, consider it a tiny blessing from the Feline Flame Keepers of Fluff. No need to panic — just know you’ve received the full Fayytal experience. 🐾🕯️

Tabby cat lying on a surface next to a "Fall Into Chaos" scented candle, with soft toys in the background.