I've always lived half in the real world and half somewhere else entirely.

The somewhere else has a name now. It's called Mossvale. A place where the Storywood stretches wide and old, where a fox called Floss insists some of the paths move when no one is looking, where a banshee occasionally sits in the corner of the Crooked Lantern ordering something dark and making observations about mortality that are somehow both devastating and hilarious.

Somewhere in Mosswick Village, on the edge of the Storywood, there's a candlemaker named Matlock Emberwick. He doesn't say much about his methods. His candle fairies sell at Brambleton Market on Fridays. The candles find their way into the world from there.

This is one of the ways they arrive.

Each candle holds a scent and a story. Inside the box is a card. The card holds a QR code. The code opens a door.

I've been building Mossvale for a good while now, in stories, in podcasts, in audio tales recorded in my kitchen at odd hours. The candles are its artefacts. Things you can hold in your hands while the world on the other side of the hedge gets a little more real.

Step through whenever you're ready.
— Kayleigh

Every candle comes with a story

Inside the box you'll find a small card. On the card, a QR code.

Scan it, and you'll hear a story from Mossvale — five to ten minutes, just you and the flame and the world on the other side.

Some stories belong to the villages. Some belong to the wilder places — the moors, the mountains, the river that carries old songs nobody remembers writing.

All of them are true, in the way that the best stories always are.

Because scent is powerful.

But scent paired with story?
That’s where the magic really begins.

Enter the Collection

The Candlemaker of Mosswick Village

Matlock Emberwick has kept his workshop in Mosswick Village for longer than anyone can quite remember. He works at the edge of the Storywood, where the trees start to thicken and the smell of warm wax drifts out before you've found the door.

He doesn't give interviews. He doesn't explain his methods.

His candle fairies sell at Brambleton Market every Friday, and the candles find their way into hands that need them.

He'd say the candles know where they're going.

He's probably right.

The hedge goes deeper than you think!

The candles are just the beginning. Beyond the scent house lies the wider world of Mossvale, the Storywood, the villages, the characters who've been living there long before anyone thought to write them down.

Follow the path. The Storywood is waiting.