Cotton Candle Remember the days when ice

Remember the days when ice cream was churned on the front porch

and of a season that wraps us in the simple joy of being together

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Handcrafted to invoke memories of simpler times

Cotton Candle Remember the days when iceCotton Sun dazed rows, cicadas humming, and cotton blossoms nodding to the end of summer. Cotton is the hush of a Mississippi field at golden hour. It opens with tender cotton blossom and a ribbon of ripe fruit, then settles into soft wildflower and sun warmed stems. Not crisp or clean, but earthy sweet and bloominglike walking the turn row as petals brush your sleeves and the evening light turns everything the color of honey. Scent notes: cotton