Rhubarb's Custard Race

She’s tart. She’s sweet. She’s sprinting toward chaos in six-inch heels.

A nostalgic bitch-slap of rhubarb and custard sweets, think… sticky, creamy, and screaming in neon pink. This candle doesn’t whisper... it screeches through your space like a queen late to the main stage, leaving drama, sugar, and a trail of fake lashes behind, because sometimes the vibe needs to be: punch-you-in-the-face fruity, soft like custard, but messy like your last situationship.

WORLD OF WORSHIP: A New Era of Fragrance

Step into the temple, light your favourite candle, and worship the scent like it just did a death drop in a cathedral. Rhubarb’s Custard Race is your new fruity deity. Praise be, baby.