Hand-poured, clean-burning, and politely exasperated, this candle features a calmly confrontational phrase.
Set in sober civic lettering beneath a monument that’s seen some things.

Light it when the conversation drifts toward reenactments, buckles, or someone saying “well actually.” Notes of sea air, soft woods, and historical fatigue fill the room, creating an atmosphere that says: we acknowledge the past, we just don’t need to cosplay it.