First Light Fern | Soy Candle Refill Pod
Chapter 1 – Dawn: designed for morning clarity and fresh, green beginnings.
Fragrance Family – Green & Herbal: fresh, clean, uplifting.
Scent profile
- Top: bergamot, lime
- Heart: lemon thyme, olive leaf, rose
- Base: sandalwood, musk, amber
How it smells
Fresh, herbal, and grounding. Clean citrus brightness layered with green olive leaf and warm, earthy woods.
Details
- Hand-poured in the Blue Mountains
- 100% natural soy wax
- Soft-crackling wooden wick
- Available in Original (190g) and Deluxe (420g)
- Designed for the Lunaire Forever Jar (sold separately)
- Vegan and cruelty-free
Why it’s loved
- Fresh, green, everyday scent
- Perfect for morning rituals or clean spaces
- Refillable design – replace the pod when finished
Refill what you love, not what you throw away.
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Dawn. The stillness before the world stirs—where your ritual begins.
Outside, the world is grey-blue and waiting.
Inside, the kettle whispers to life. You wrap your hands around a warm cup and watch the light stretch slowly across the floorboards.
There is no rush. Only breath. Only being.
A garden steeped in silence.
You step barefoot into the morning.
Bergamot lifts the air with citrus clarity. Lemon thyme and olive leaf mingle with dew-soaked branches, crisp and green.
Everything smells clean. Awake. The scent of possibility.
You didn’t plan a ritual—but one has begun anyway.
You are alone—but not empty.
In the hush of morning, you remember yourself.
Not the version that performs, or produces, or pushes through—
Just the one that breathes in deeply and allows it to be enough.
The scent of awakening without urgency.
First Light Fern opens with:
- Bergamot and lime – bright, crisp, gently uplifting
- Lemon thyme and olive leaf – herbal, green, grounding
- Sandalwood and rose – softened earth, warmth, and stillness
A fragrance that doesn’t rush you awake—it welcomes you.
Soft, slow, and steeped in quiet clarity.
This is a scent for slow beginnings.
Before the emails. Before the expectations.
Just you, your breath, and the soft unfolding of the day.
Let this be the moment you choose presence over pace.
A ritual not of doing, but of simply arriving.
The light grows stronger. The earth calls you forward.
What was still now begins to stir—bushland waits, sun warming stone...
