A dim creek winding through the Virginia woods at dusk

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Totier CreekCandle Co.

Esmont, Virginia · Est. 2026

Hand-poured in small batches beside Totier Creek.

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[ 01 ] — The Candles

Four candles, poured beside the creek.

Our first collection is still on the pouring table — we're launching soon. Write to us and you'll be the first to know when the first batch is poured.

Meeting House

Saffron · Incense · Amber

$15

N°1

The old meeting house at dusk — saffron and incense rising, amber warm against stone.

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Old Field Violet

Violet · Rose · Vetiver

$15

N°2

A field gone gently wild — violet and rose over vetiver's green earth.

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Blue Ridge Morning

Pine · Cedar · Sage

$15

N°3

First light on the ridge — pine pitch, cedar, and sage on cool air.

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Late Orchard

Peach · Pear · Vanilla

$15

N°4

The last picking of the season — peach and pear gone sweet, vanilla underneath.

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Also pouring — for the warmer

The Wax Melts

The same small-batch scents, no wick required — $5 each. Set one in the warmer and let the room change.

Meeting House

Saffron · Incense · Amber

The old meeting house at dusk — saffron and incense rising, amber warm against stone.

Notify me at launch

Old Field Violet

Violet · Rose · Vetiver

A field gone gently wild — violet and rose over vetiver's green earth.

Notify me at launch

Blue Ridge Morning

Pine · Cedar · Sage

First light on the ridge — pine pitch, cedar, and sage on cool air.

Notify me at launch

Late Orchard

Peach · Pear · Vanilla

The last picking of the season — peach and pear gone sweet, vanilla underneath.

Notify me at launch

Totier Creek Reservoir at golden hour, trees reflected in still water

[ 02 ] — Our Story

Slow work, done by hand, at the edge of the water.

Totier Creek Candle Co. began with a Doctorate in Theology — years spent studying stillness, light, and the practice of attention — and ended, of all places, at the banks of a small Virginia creek. Here in Esmont, every candle is hand-poured in small batches: wax warmed slowly, wicks set by hand, fragrance measured the unhurried way.

We make candles the way the creek moves — quiet, deliberate, and in no rush at all. Light a wick, and let the room keep a little Sabbath for a while.

“Be still, and know that I am God.”
Psalm 46:10