Before the Flame - The story that lit Grice Wax & Wicks.
It started in silence, not the poetic kind, but the kind that presses against your walls when the world shuts down and you’re left with your thoughts, your dog, and a home that feels far too quiet.
It was COVID. My son was overseas playing basketball. And for the first time in years, I wasn’t rushing anywhere.
There was no noise, no schedule, no visitors—just me, the dog, and the wax.
And in that stillness,
I poured.
Not because I had a business plan, but because something in me needed softening.
Each candle became a quiet kind of prayer. A way to process everything I couldn’t say out loud. Grief. Hope. Longing.
And that deep ache of missing my son during a season where the world felt uncertain and too far apart. What began as therapy in my kitchen slowly revealed itself as something more.
A ritual.
A return.
A way to remember myself.
Grice Wax & Wicks wasn’t born to be trendy. It was born in the quiet. In the moments where I felt invisible. In the spaces no one else saw. In the healing I didn’t know I needed. So when people ask me why I pour, I tell them:
Because the wax held me when everything else was unknown. Because scent brought me back to myself. Because memory doesn’t fade when it’s poured into flame. And because even when the world forgets you, the wax remembers.
Grice Wax & Wicks
Luxury hand-poured candles for ritual, stillness, and story.
A slow burn. A lasting impression.
the wax remembers™
