Hand-poured candles & wax melts, whimsical art prints and magickal home gifts
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Handmade wax melts
Chunky, powerful and packed with fragrance – our handmade wax melts are...
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Wax Melt Gift Boxes
Available in small or large. Step into the scent-soaked storybook of Wickwood...
Rooted in Nature, Guided by Ritual, Nourished by Self-Care, Sparked by Creativity, Wrapped in Magick.
Stories & Inspiration from the Cottage
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We're OPEN & the Year Begins with NURTURE
As the doors to Wickwood Cottage swings open once more, we can’t help but feel that soft hum of magick that always greets us at the threshold. The shop has...
We're OPEN & the Year Begins with NURTURE
As the doors to Wickwood Cottage swings open once more, we can’t help but feel that soft hum of magick that always greets us at the threshold. The shop has...
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A Creative Beginning: Welcoming the New Year wi...
December always seems to hold two different worlds at once.There is the festive warmth, the gatherings, the twinkling lights — and then, just beyond that, a quiet space where one...
A Creative Beginning: Welcoming the New Year wi...
December always seems to hold two different worlds at once.There is the festive warmth, the gatherings, the twinkling lights — and then, just beyond that, a quiet space where one...
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December Rituals of Warmth & Wonder
December arrives with its own kind of sparkle, doesn’t it? The days may be darker, but homes all around us begin to glow — warm lights in windows, wreaths on...
December Rituals of Warmth & Wonder
December arrives with its own kind of sparkle, doesn’t it? The days may be darker, but homes all around us begin to glow — warm lights in windows, wreaths on...
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Before Sparkle...there's Stillness
As November draws to a close, the world outside begins to whisper instead of sing. The air carries the faint scent of frost, the trees hold their breath, and even...
Before Sparkle...there's Stillness
As November draws to a close, the world outside begins to whisper instead of sing. The air carries the faint scent of frost, the trees hold their breath, and even...
