Bohéme Candle, multiple styles

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For the adventurers, for the free sprits, for those who dream of a bigger world. Bohéme is a clean-burning, all-natural, non-toxic candle and fragrance brand whose seductively crafted scents evoke a love for adventure and travel. Boheme is inspired by the modern bohemian woman -- adventurous, spirited, and always true to herself. Our muse captures stories from every corner of the world, her journey always guided by her open heart and free spirit. To forever preserve each perfect moment, she captures it in a scent.

Her story has chapters in every corner of the world, her journey always guided by her open heart and free spirit.

Clean, All Natural, Sustainable Natural Wax, Vegan, Phthalate-Free Candles. Nontoxic. Vegan. Ethically and sustainably sourced. Handmade in the United States.

100% all-natural vegan wax.
8.5oz / 240g. Approximately 50-hour burn time.
2oz / 90.7g. Approximately 15-hour burn time.

ISTANBUL

Top: Cardamom, Ginger, Bergamot, Cassis
Middle: Turkish Rose, Iris
Base: Cedarwood, Amber, Saffron

At the intersection of Europe and Asia, ancient meets modern in a city of unbridled energy and spirit. The Bohéme Woman returns here to touch the beating heart of humanity, to explore an unknowable labyrinth of alleyways, to feel jubilantly alive and present. She stands at the center of the Grand Bazaar and inhales the intoxicating aroma of green, sweet cardamom from the spice merchants, the fragrant aromas of ripening fruit, the lushly romantic depth of Turkish rose. A rich, true note of exquisite saffron threads slows the world around her, creating an unforgettable memory. This mystical city weaves itself into the tapestry of her life and leaves an imprint on her soul.

NOTTING HILL

Top: Earl Grey Tea, Bergamot, Black Currant
Middle: Honeysuckle, Rose, Carnation, Violet, Jasmine, Peony
Base: Vetiver, Moss, Amber, Cedarwood

Saturday on Portobello Road, and the market is alive with everything from vintage records to fresh fare from local growers. The Bohéme Woman glides through the bustle amidst the iconic painted rowhouses, choosing a perfect trinket as she daydreams about the more serene surroundings that will envelop her afternoon. She has a date in the Kensington Gardens, among the peony and honeysuckle. With a cup of Earl Grey in hand, she alights on an iron bench, the sounds of birdsong in her ears and the smell of carnation and tree moss on the breeze. Every hidden corner of London is special, but here, perhaps, is the most special of all.

ARABIA

Built on tribal traditions and the untold wealth of the earth itself, the Arabian peninsula is a land perched between the ancient and the future. For the Bohéme Woman, it’s both playground and sanctuary, the only place on earth where the day may go from the mosque to the yacht, from the museum to the marketplace. She embraces the unique and mysterious luxury of the land evoked by the precious oud chips sold at the souk, with their enchantingly deep and smoky richness, entwined with the fruits and spices of traders whose wisdom dates back countless generations. Warmed in the amber glow of the desert sun, she reflects on another perfect day in the Gulf.

Delightfully sweet, refreshingly sophisticated, Asti is bursting with historic charm. Sundays in Asti are reserved for the finest things in life -- wine and food. The Bohéme Woman strolls through a culinary festival in the Piazza San Secondo, savoring the colorfully draped medieval architecture. In her hand, she carries a glass of sweet Moscato as she wanders amongst the regional delicacies on offer. She breathes in deeply, savoring the richly sweet aroma of grapes mingling with the floral lushness of Italian jasmine. In the distance, the natural mountainous beauty of Piedmont beckons, carrying crisp, woodsy air from the Alps. As she takes another sip of her wine, she begins to imagine herself melting into the cultural landscape that makes this part of Northern Italy so beautiful.

The distance between Tahiti and the rest of the world is measured in more than miles. It’s a place that calls to the Bohéme Woman’s adventurous spirit and open heart, where black sand beaches and majestically verdant mountains speak to a more natural balance between humanity and the earth. A late afternoon breeze wafts through her sunlit bungalow over clear blue waters. Sea-salted winds carry a sweetly tropical floral bouquet, touched with a hint of native fruits. The air glows with the warmth of sun-kissed skin, whispering of another day in harmony with nature. As the sun dips below the horizon, she surrenders her senses to bathe in the colorful Tahitian twilight.

Several hundred kilometers south of Mumbai lies a beachside paradise so distinctly separate from its northern neighbor that it might be in a different universe altogether. The scent of bergamot sparkles like the sun over the Arabian Sea, energizing the mind while the warm blend of nag champa and white musk soothes the soul. When the Bohéme Woman craves true replenishment, she rediscovers herself in the unique Portuguese-Indian spirit of relaxation known as Susegad. As the sun sets to the sound of revelers, a cool breeze tinged with bonfire smoke and patchouli drifts past. She laughs in delight. This is where she is supposed to be.

There’s no feeling in the world like waking up on the Amalfi Coast. The Bohéme Woman greets the sunrise from her terra cotta balcony nestled in a cliffside of grand pastel-kissed hotels, watching the dawn illuminate the deep blue of the Mediterranean and the early-morning bathers in repose on the rocky beach. She leans against the rail, brushing her hand across the flowering green vines that crisscross the terrace railing. The late-summer figs are ripening, filling the morning air with mouthwatering juiciness. A knock at the door: room service, with fresh-baked bread slathered in sweet blackcurrant jam. The day awaits, but who would ever want to leave?

Festive even for Spain, the city of Seville bursts with scents of romantic exuberance. The Bohéme Woman never misses a Feria de Abril, where the streets spring up with flamenco dancers, and the vino and tapas flow until sunrise. Enjoying the city in traditional fashion, she takes the time to savor and enjoy each discovery along her way. A parade passes, and she laughs as she joins the dancers, alive and full of Andalucían energy and light. Basking in appreciation from the crowd, she slips into the most hidden of private casetas, where platters of juicy local oranges join with lush floral bouquets to perfume the air with their elegantly delicate and sweet aroma.

Change is inevitable even in Cuba, the most timeless of tropical paradises. But if you know where to look -- and the Bohéme Woman most certainly does -- the spirit of Old Havana is alive and well. Find her holding court in a garden restaurant in Miramar, where the air is rich with spice, or salsa dancing at a timeless old hotel where boozy rum punch flows as freely as water. Follow her into the lounge, where the warm aroma of hand-rolled tobacco and the polished leather of overstuffed smoking chairs evoke all the sublime indulgence the night has to offer. Her journey to this sweet and sultry city has touched her senses and made her feel alive.

In the vastness of the high desert, the Bohéme Woman casts off the chains of modern life to be reborn under an ocean of twinkling starlight. This is the promise of Joshua Tree, a place that has called to nomadic spirits for generations, where artistic souls find calm in serenity and self-discovery. She rediscovers her true self in wide-open spaces under lavender skies, purified by the dry, sacred air, sweet with agave and lush with the nighttime bloom of white cactus flowers and heady tuberose. In this healing desert, all her worries fall away and she feels renewed and inspired, transfixed by the hushed quiet of the pastel desert night.