Tomato $lut 💋

This was supposed to be dinner.

Juice slicks her fingers, olive oil glossing her skin like a bad decision made in good lighting. Basil crushed between red nails. Bread torn, not cut. The candle held reverently — not because she’s holy, but because it feels right.

She’s barefoot without realizing it, hip against the counter, wrist resting where the pulse stays warm. The window’s cracked just enough to let the air move through her hair, lifting it, dropping it again. Everything around her feels slightly softened — edges blurred, time stretched.

Earlier, she wandered the farmer’s market like it was a minor adventure. Sun on bare shoulders, net bag heavy with heirloom tomatoes still warm from the crate. Basil snapped between her fingers as she tasted, laughed, lingered too long at one stand and not long enough at another. She bought more than she needed. She always does. It felt like spring, even if it wasn’t.

She didn’t mean to break a sweat,

She was just slicing tomatoes.

She moves through the kitchen like a private performance, radio murmuring, screen door open, sunlight catching on glass and skin. There’s warmth and laughter in the air, the low kind that comes from being alone and pleased with yourself. Sauce splatters the counter. A stain blooms on fabric and she leaves it there. Some things are better witnessed than corrected.

She is devotion without guilt.

Candles as holy objects. Tomatoes as offering. A quiet pause before striking the match — not prayer exactly, but close enough. Hands busy, mouth distracted, pleasure incidental but undeniable. There’s nothing precious about her — only presence. She understands the power of repetition, of ritual, of doing something ordinary with just enough attention that it becomes intimate.

Domestic theater.

She knows how this looks. She’s just not bothered enough to worry about it.

Light Tomato $lut when you want the room to feel warm, red, and faintly scandalous — like something delicious just happened here, and no one bothered to clean up afterward.

Scent notes: heirloom tomato, basil, wild nightshade, forest moss.

All of our candles are made with a paraffin free coconut soy wax blend. We use cotton, lead free wicks and our fragrances are paraben/phthalate free.

We use custom blends of fragrance oils and essential oils and are PETA certified vegan/cruelty free.

This candle is 8 oz The dimensions are 3 x 3.25 in and is in a translucent black glass candle vessel. This jar is reusable as decor. 

Burn time is roughly 50 hrs. For the love and safety of your candle, please trim the wick before every burn. To learn more about candle care visit here. 

Burn clean, Burn often.