Welcome To My Cult Bridal Party Candle
The matching shirts are ordered. The itinerary has mandatory fun scheduled hourly. Resistance was never an option. Welcome aboard.
This bachelorette gift initiates the bridal party honestly. Welcome To My Cult, robes forthcoming, loyalty assumed.
Who this is for:
- The bridal party being lovingly conscripted
- The bachelorette weekend that has a group chat, a hashtag, and a doctrine
- Anyone needing bridal party gifts with cult-level commitment energy
- The initiates. There is no leaving. There are matching tumblers.
Scent for the compound, beach edition. Mango Coconut for the bachelorette destination. Blackberry Vanilla for the ceremonial cocktails. Cashmere Musk for the robed morning rituals. Membership: mandatory. Vibes: divine.
What you get:
- 9oz candle available in an amber or clear glass jar
- Vegan blend of coconut, apricot, and soy wax with a small amount of food-grade paraffin for structure and scent throw
- Clean-burning, biodegradable, and free from toxins, parabens, and phthalates
- Cotton wick
- Printed in the USA
- Makes a gift she will actually keep
Cult: bridal. Initiation: complete. Kool-Aid: champagne, obviously.
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