Every autumn has one place you’re not supposed to wander after dusk. In this town, it’s Harvests Hollow—an old barn sinking into the earth, with rafters that creak like they’re remembering things and air that tastes like cider left out a little too long.
This candle captures that perfect blend of comfort and unease: warm hay, dried leaves, and orchard sweetness layered over the quiet, smoky hush of wood aging in the dark. It’s the scent of harvest rituals, half-forgotten stories, and footsteps you swear you hear behind you even when you’re alone.
Light it when you want fall to feel deeper, darker, and a little more alive. After all… something always stirs in the Hollow.
