Sylvia Plath


SCENT PROFILE: Dahlia - Tempests - Blood Poetry

“Herr God, Herr Lucifer, Beware. Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair. And I eat men like air.” -- Sylvia Plath

A heart like fragile glass, heated to the melting point, breathing fire always into her lungs/ exhaling burnt wings. The poet who cut her own words with knives in order to make them sound less like poetry, and more as the god-speak moored in her mind. This candle is a burning away of the non-essential to be left with the wild, the dirty, and the terribly beautiful. Light for scents of black dahlia, fiery tempests, and blood poetry. Top marbled with black and burgundy swirls. 

BlueForest BlackMoon candles are crafted by hand in our tiny studio in Georgia. We use a 100% coconut-soy blend wax for a lovely clean burn enhanced by the crackle of an ethically sourced woodwick! We custom blend every one of our fragrances to ensure a transportive experience every time you set your wick aflame.