Speakeasy - Tobacco, Cognac & Leather Candle

Scent Notes

Top Notes: Anise, Saffron, Jasmine Sambac
Middle Notes: Sweet Honey, Smoked Tobacco Leaves, Cognac, Cherrywood, Italian Vanilla Bourbon
Base Notes: Tonka Bean, Decadent Leather, Black Amber, Cedre Woods, Burgundy Reserve, Exotic Oak Musk, Incense

Scent Profile

Sweet spirits and smoked tobacco over leather and dark woods; sultry, intimate, sophisticated.

Speakeasy opens with anise, saffron, and jasmine; smooth, alluring, and edged with risk, like a whispered invitation behind an unmarked alley door. Honeyed sweetness follows, folding into smoked tobacco, cognac, and cherrywood, rich and indulgent without excess.

As the fragrance settles, leather, black amber, oak, musk, and incense deepen the atmosphere, dark and lingering. The presence is intimate and unhurried, built for dim rooms, low voices, and nights that don’t want witnesses. Smooth, shadowed, and unapologetically indulgent like the low moaning melody of a brass horn or the honeyed voice of a jazz singer.

This scent is also available in:

Speakeasy Car Fresheners

Speakeasy Room Sprays

Speakeasy Wax Melts

Burn time

8oz Candle: 56 - 80 Hours

12oz Candle: 84 - 120 Hours

How It's Made

Our candles are hard-poured by a real person using only the highest quality clean scents.

We use toxin-free coconut apricot wax; also paraben and phthalate-free & gluten-free. This wax is natural, clean burning, vegan, and burns slowly and evenly.

The 8oz candle features a wood wick.

The 12oz candle features two wood wicks.

The Story

Read what The Alchemist had to say about the local Speakeasy:

The night held its breath as I crossed the threshold of a half-hidden alley door into the Speakeasy; the kind of place where thick air shifts with the pull of every smoky breath... where secrets are traded under the cloak of brushed drum beats and melodic horns. It wasn't just the warm, enticing aroma of tobacco or the deep, aged notes of cognac that stirred the senses. It was something more... elusive but alluring.

As the door lumbered shut with its soft thud behind me, sealing me inside this hidden world, the smoldering, exotic essence of saffron and clove wrapped around the dark, polished wood of the bar like a whispered promise that fills the mind with images of soft, warm things like satin and lace. 

The stage was alive with a vision in red, a femme fatale whose voice dripped with honey and exotic spices, weaving tales of heartache and passion into every note. Her song was a siren's call, rich with longing and laced with the kind of pain that writes itself into the bones of a place while blue-grey tendrils of tobacco smoke, half-opaque and enthralled by the music, trailed through the air, dancing in time with the warm tones of her voice.

Enthralled, I edged closer, my senses locked on the slow thrum of the melody and the hypnotic, slow sensual sway of that red dress. The room spun slightly... a carousel of dapper faces, each rapt in their reverie, their laughter and hushed conversation muffled by the cagey rhythmic beat of drums and forlorn piano notes getting lost somewhere in the dim glimmer of a chandelier. I slipped off my hat, found a spot at the bar, and let the night envelop me. This was the magic of places like this; romantic, tragic, and utterly intoxicating. Here, you don't just listen to the music; you become part of its lingering, haunting echo... your bones becoming suffused with jazz. And as I ordered my drink, I knew I was nothing more than another character in this ongoing noir; just another shadow in another room in another town... one of the denizens of the Speakeasy.