What fascinated me most was the simplicity of the materials and the depth of the atmosphere they could create. A little wax, a carefully chosen fragrance, a gentle flame — and suddenly a room could feel softer, warmer, more personal. I began to see candles not only as decorative objects, but as small rituals of light, scent, and calm.

This was also the moment when my love for handmade work became more concrete. I was drawn to the idea of making something with my own hands — something beautiful, useful, and emotional at the same time. The process felt close to the world I loved: old European interiors, quiet evenings, natural textures, vintage glass, and objects that carry a sense of story.