Scent Notes

Top Notes: Grapefruit, Mandarin, Lemon, Peach, Orange, Strawberry, Raspberry, Black Currant, Apple
Middle Notes: Freesia, Sugar, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Clove, Coconut, Caramel, Sea Salt
Base Notes: Light Musk, Tonka Bean, Cotton Candy, Praline, Popcorn, Butter, Blueberries, Black Cardamom, Ginger, Chestnut, Wood

Scent Profile

Decadent Berry and Spiced Citrus with a Hint of Vanilla

In the velvet cloak of night, where shadows dance and whispers fill the air, the essence of the "Midnight Masquerade" beckons. It's a mysterious blend, rich with the allure of hidden fruits and the sweetness of forbidden treats, shrouded in the warmth of spices that give life to half-hidden smiles and furtive glances. This scent weaves a story of seduction and intrigue, with undercurrents of sensuality that flirt with the senses.

A burst of zest cuts through the darkness, a reminder of the citrus-kissed air at a grand ball, while creamy whispers of indulgence add a decadent touch, hinting at secrets best shared only under the moon's watchful gaze. Each element combines to create a symphony of scents, inviting you to lose yourself in the mystery and enchantment of the Midnight Masquerade, a place where every breath is a story waiting to unfold.

This scent is also available in:

Midnight Masquerade 8oz, & 12oz candles

Midnight Masquerade Room Sprays

Midnight Masquerade Wax Melts

How It's Made

HAND MIXED: Our car freshener fragrances are hand mixed by a real person

PREMIUM FRAGRANCE OILS: We only use the highest quality and cleanest fragrance oils that are Phthalate and toxin free so they’re safe to use for humans and pets.

LASTING SCENT: These jars hold .25oz (7.4ml) of fragrance oil which will last up to 9 weeks in a vehicle under warm to hot conditions with daily use.

MADE IN THE USA: As a US based small company, we source our raw materials from other small US-based companies.

The Story

Read the Alchemist's Tale about the Midnight Masquerade:

Arriving at the grand ballroom, the guests’ faces were concealed behind elegant, ornate masks. The air was thick with the scent of mystery & intrigue, stimulating a playful energy that heightened the senses. Gentlemen, dapper in their sleek suits, & women, beautiful in their sultry black sequined dresses, swayed to the spirited Big Band music as the room was enveloped in the decadent aroma of spices, the taste of booze made illicit by Prohibition, & the soft radiance of chandelier light that made everything glitter. The Midnight Masquerade was a night both to remember & forget; when everyone & no one was there.

Experience the enchanting aroma of the Midnight Masquerade candle, a decadent blend of sweet & fruity notes; strawberry, black currant, & raspberry, mingled with warm & comforting scents of vanilla, tonka bean, & musk. Spicy & zesty citrus notes, hints of caramel, & nutty undertones, create a mouth-watering & mysterious fragrance, perfect for a sophisticated evening of indulgence. Light the candle & transport yourself to a glamorous ballroom, where anything can happen under the veil of a Masquerade.

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"The Way I Saw It"

Another story about the Midnight Masquerade

In the throes of that grand ballroom, the Midnight Masquerade was in full, unabashed swing. As a gentleman of particular taste, I found myself ensconced in the reverie of the night, my face concealed behind a mask that bore the celestial touch of the cosmos. I was acutely aware of the charged air, heavy with the scents of exotic spices; perfumes and…. Something more. It was Prohibition-era America, and here, within these gilded walls, the clandestine thrill of rebellion was palpable—the sweet taste of spirits poured in defiance of the Volstead Act teased the palate with a hint of danger and decadence.

The women were visions of such beauty that would inspire poets to war with their pens for lack of sufficient adjectives to describe them, their black sequined dresses hugging every curve and whispering secrets with every sway to the vibrant pulse of the Big Band's rhythm. And we, the gentlemen, their counterparts, dapper in our suits with a contemporary elegance, each of us subtly echoing the opulent spirit of Gatsby's grandeur and the audacious essence of Capone, all the while firmly rooted in the present masquerade's allure.

It was a night to remember, a night to lose oneself in the folds of time—where every chandelier's glow was a dazzling treasure, every laughter a melody, and every glance a story.

Through the sea of swaying figures, she stood out like a siren amidst the waves, her gown a cascade of black and gold that rivaled the wealth of the room… hell…. The wealth of the heavens. Our eyes met, and in that glance, there was a silent understanding, as if we were kindred spirits born out of time, each recognizing the other for who they truly were beyond the velvet and the gold.

Her presence heralded an adventure, magnetic in its pull, drawing me through a connection that seemed to pierce the veil of the mundane, hinting at a tapestry sewn with the silvery threads of dreams far richer than the world ordinarily revealed. We danced, moving not just to the music but in rhythm with the heartbeat of the era we were living in, fully immersed in its vibrant pulse. Each movement was a stroke of precision, filled with a fluid grace, like the dance of two skilled swordsmen in combat, weaving through opponents with artful mastery. The ballroom floor was our battlefield and our hearts…. Our banners.

"I wonder," I ventured, the timbre of my voice striving to stay within the music's embrace, "if perhaps we have met before, in another life where such nights as these were common."

Her laughter, soft and rich, suggested she entertained such whimsical notions. "Or perhaps," she mused, her voice a melody, "we are simply two old souls who have finally collided under the auspices of a fate written in the stars and executed by the strings of jazz."

The moment was a delicate one, like the first light of the sun as it peaks the fiery horizon of dawn, a light that promised revelation and, with it, the end of our shared illusion. The velvet dark of midnight lost its hold as the hours passed into early morn, and with its passing, the unmasking, an unwilling and unwelcome finale to our ephemeral tale.

“Shall we then brave the impending day?” I asked, my hand almost betraying me as it reached for concealing mask I was hiding behind.

But her fingers, delicate and assured, reached for and captured my hand in a hold more intoxicating than the outlawed booze that flowed around us, "Let us tarry in the shadows of this twilight a while longer,” she implored. “For in the masquerade, we are immortal, and in this dance, we are unbound."

And so, I acquiesced, for the pull of the moment was stronger than the calling of the light. We danced, as characters might upon the pages of a novel—alive in a world unto themselves, vibrant in the face of the approaching morn, defiant of the truth that daylight would bring. In the masquerade's embrace, we were infinite, and in the waltz of shadows and whispers, we found a sublime sanctuary that even time stood still for.