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Currently, we're only selling locally (London, Ontario, Canada). As soon as we get shipping and payments organized, we'll be expanding our sales online.

At The Dirty Wick, we craft gorgeous, room‑filling aromas wrapped in labels that… well, have opinions. Sure, our candles smell luxurious—soft florals, warm woods, decadent spices—but the names? They pack enough passive‑aggressive energy to light themselves. Every 8 oz candle comes with two label options: a “grandmother‑approved” version (
At The Dirty Wick, we craft gorgeous, room‑filling aromas wrapped in labels that… well, have opinions. Sure, our candles smell luxurious—soft florals, warm woods, decadent spices—but the names? They pack enough passive‑aggressive energy to light themselves. Every 8 oz candle comes with two label options: a “grandmother‑approved” version (all the judgement, none of the swearing) and a spicier, sailor‑friendly version for the friend who considers profanity a love language. Oh, and wax melts? We sell those, too--with the same label choices as the candles. Beautiful scents, unapologetically honest labels—because why smell nice if you can’t stir the pot while doing it?

Our vision is to fill homes with stunning fragrances while gently—okay, not gently—reminding people that a little honesty never hurt anyone. We aim to create candles so luxurious they elevate your space, and labels so brutally on‑point they humble you before the wax even melts. At The Dirty Wick, we envision a world that smells better, lo
Our vision is to fill homes with stunning fragrances while gently—okay, not gently—reminding people that a little honesty never hurt anyone. We aim to create candles so luxurious they elevate your space, and labels so brutally on‑point they humble you before the wax even melts. At The Dirty Wick, we envision a world that smells better, looks prettier, and takes itself far less seriously—one passive‑aggressive burn at a time.

Meet the candle maker: the lone, wax‑obsessed menace whose kitchen now resembles either a low‑budget drug lab or the backstage prep area for the three witches from Macbeth—bubbling pots, mysterious powders, and enough smoke to raise suspicion from the neighbours. She hand‑pours every candle and wax melt in this chaotic cauldron, muttering
Meet the candle maker: the lone, wax‑obsessed menace whose kitchen now resembles either a low‑budget drug lab or the backstage prep area for the three witches from Macbeth—bubbling pots, mysterious powders, and enough smoke to raise suspicion from the neighbours. She hand‑pours every candle and wax melt in this chaotic cauldron, muttering measurements like incantations and wielding fragrance oils with the same intensity one might reserve for summoning spirits. And yet, out of this unhinged domestic war zone comes the luxurious scent you’ll proudly display—while she wonders at which point her “hobby” turned her house into a crime scene or a Shakespearean fever dream.
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