Our story

We never set out to make a candle for the world.

We set out to make the perfect candle for one person.

Chapter one

The candle we grew up with.

Every family has a smell that means home. Ours was candlelight, in our grandmother's flat in Paris.

She lit candles the way other people put on music. One for Sunday lunches, when the whole family squeezed around a table too small for all of us. One for birthdays. One for rainy Wednesdays when nothing special was happening at all.

“The flame makes it special,” she'd say.

My sister and I would fight over who got to blow out the match. Walking into her home and catching that first breath of warm wax, that's still, to this day, what “being home” smells like to us.

Chapter two

She gave us that. This brand is our way of giving it back.

She didn't just light candles. She taught us what they were for. That a lit flame means someone cared enough to make the room feel safe. That warmth is something you make, not something you wait for.

Years later, we were still lighting candles for every occasion, but the candles had stopped deserving the moments. Beautiful jars that tunnelled down the middle and gave up with half their wax untouched. Black smoke that stained the shelf. A drawer full of half-burnt jars, too pretty to bin, too far gone to light.

So we decided to build the candle she deserved.

Chapter three

Then we found it: wax pearls.

It took far longer than we'd like to admit. Months of testing waxes, wicks and formats, and enough failed attempts to fill her entire bookshelf.

Tiny beads of plant-based wax you pour into any vessel you love, add a wick, and light. Only the pearls around the flame melt, so it never tunnels. When it's done, you pour again, and it's a brand-new candle. Again and again, for every moment worth marking.

We refined the formula until there was nothing left to fix, because we knew exactly who the toughest judge would be. Shea and coconut wax instead of paraffin. A clean burn with no black smoke. A flame that puts itself out if the candle tips over, because our family gatherings always included small children, and later, one very curious dog.

Chapter four

A nest is not a place you visit. It's a place you keep.

We called it Warmnest, because that was the only word for her living room.

We're still just the two of us, a brother and sister, not a candle corporation. No factory pushing out another throwaway jar, no shortcuts on what goes into the wax. Every decision still gets made the way it started: around a family table, asking whether our grandmother would have approved.

Dimitri & Élise· brother and sister, founders · Paris

The first box we ever made? It went to her, of course.

She poured the pearls into her favourite old ceramic bowl, lit the wick, watched the flame for a long moment, and smiled.

That smile is the standard every Warmnest candle has been held to since.

30,000+ homes

Different vessels, different scents, different families, the same warmth we grew up with. And every single order helps a small, independent family business keep doing things properly.

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Founded by a brother & sister. Still just us.

This one's for her. And for every home that deserves to feel like hers.

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