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.
CANDLE:
She’s dripping in nostalgia. And now? She’s combusting like a sugar-fueled meltdown.
Smells like your nan’s sweet dish but acts like a brat in platform boots. Burn it when you want to seduce someone, slap someone, or both.
💅 Hand-poured with 100% natural KeraSoy wax (because she’s sweet, not toxic)
💅 Vegan, cruelty-free, and made with the unfiltered spirit of a candy-addicted diva
💅 Scent: Rhubarb and custard: sticky sweet and dangerously tart.
💅 Burn time: 40–45 hours of chaotic sugar highs and emotional lows
🔥 Warning: Burns like a bad bitch with nothing to lose. Don’t leave her alone unless you’re into fire and regret. Keep away from kids, pets, and your flaky ex who “just wants closure.”
WAX MELTS:
Snap, pop, and melt…down like you’re at a brunch and you’ve just sank two proseccys and completed a cheeky little trauma dump. These wax melts smell like childhood... if your childhood toys were set on fire whilst you applied a fruity gloss to your lips.
💋 100% natural KeraSoy wax — vegan, cruelty-free, and hand-poured with the rage of a queen who didn’t make the top 4
💋 Use with a wax burner only (not your mouth, you filthy animal)
💋 Don’t leave unattended unless you want your house to smell like regret and an increased house insurance.
💋 Optional: Add a reusable lid for that fresh AF, low-effort luxury
Smells like chaos. Feels like a sugar crash in a sequin jumpsuit.
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.
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.
CANDLE:
She’s dripping in nostalgia. And now? She’s combusting like a sugar-fueled meltdown.
Smells like your nan’s sweet dish but acts like a brat in platform boots. Burn it when you want to seduce someone, slap someone, or both.
💅 Hand-poured with 100% natural KeraSoy wax (because she’s sweet, not toxic)
💅 Vegan, cruelty-free, and made with the unfiltered spirit of a candy-addicted diva
💅 Scent: Rhubarb and custard: sticky sweet and dangerously tart.
💅 Burn time: 40–45 hours of chaotic sugar highs and emotional lows
🔥 Warning: Burns like a bad bitch with nothing to lose. Don’t leave her alone unless you’re into fire and regret. Keep away from kids, pets, and your flaky ex who “just wants closure.”
WAX MELTS:
Snap, pop, and melt…down like you’re at a brunch and you’ve just sank two proseccys and completed a cheeky little trauma dump. These wax melts smell like childhood... if your childhood toys were set on fire whilst you applied a fruity gloss to your lips.
💋 100% natural KeraSoy wax — vegan, cruelty-free, and hand-poured with the rage of a queen who didn’t make the top 4
💋 Use with a wax burner only (not your mouth, you filthy animal)
💋 Don’t leave unattended unless you want your house to smell like regret and an increased house insurance.
💋 Optional: Add a reusable lid for that fresh AF, low-effort luxury
Smells like chaos. Feels like a sugar crash in a sequin jumpsuit.
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.
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