VEMOT STORIES

A life with craft
On craft, on reading, on the long apprenticeship before VEMOT I did not arrive at candles. I arrived at fabric first, at pattern pieces and thread tension and the particular... Read more...
Five Things to Look For in a Luxury Scented Candle
Five Things to Look For in a Luxury Scented Candle A guide for people who take candlelight seriously The luxury candle market has expanded dramatically in the last two decades.... Read more...
The Nordic candle
The Nordic Candle On light, darkness, and why Scandinavia understands candlelight better than anywhere else on earth There is a reason the most interesting candle brands of the last thirty... Read more...
The objects
The Things That Hold a Room, On the relationship between scent and objects, and what a candle actually does to a space There is a garment hanging in my studio... Read more...
Spring
Spring The First Green, On gardens waking up, the hopefulness of cold soil, and what spring actually scents like Spring arrives in Denmark before it looks like spring. You feel... Read more...
Summer
Summer The Nights That Don't End, On warm water, long evenings, and the particular freedom of a summer with no edges There is a kind of day that only exists... Read more...
Autumn
Autumn What the Season Keeps, On going indoors, the scent of gathered things, and why autumn is the most honest season Autumn does not pretend. Spring pretends — or rather,... Read more...
Winter
Winter The Long Dark, On candles, Nordic winters, and the particular art of making a room feel like enough In Finland, where I grew up, winter is not a season... Read more...
Where the candles are made
On hand-pouring, natural wax, and a workshop at the edge of the sea The Stockholm Archipelago is not one place. It is fourteen thousand of them. Fourteen thousand islands, skerries... Read more...
Why Grasse
There is a town in the hills above the French Riviera where the air itself has been changed by centuries of work. Grasse sits about twenty kilometres inland from Cannes,... Read more...
The Garden always knows
I did not choose gardening. It chose me, the way most lasting things do — quietly, without announcement, so gradually that by the time I understood what had happened it... Read more...
Afterimage Garden
AFTERIMAGE GARDEN is Every garden I have ever loved. The wild roses of my childhood, the overgrown plum tree of my allotment, the dog-roses we planted when I moved to... Read more...
Nightswimming
We had summers where the days and nights had no ends. We were young enough to live inside them completely and just old enough to know this was The good... Read more...
Atelier 1887
ATELIER 1887 I moved through ateliers across Europe until the memories blurred into something softer than fact. High ceilings. Dress forms standing like quiet witnesses. The hush of serious work... Read more...
Archive
ARCHIVE Once a week a bus with books stopped outside our house. Years later I found the same scents in a library in Turku, leather, moss, the amber warmth of... Read more...
Workroom
I grew up in the Finnish countryside in a family of creative people, my parents painted, my aunts sewed, my cousins played instruments. I had my own room where I... Read more...
Silent Green
SILENT GREEN Beyond the Sawmill, the woods started without ceremony. Dry pine needles and sticky resin on the ground. Fir branches low enough to brush your face if you weren't... Read more...
The word that became a brand
VEMOD: Felt during transitions, such as the end of summer, watching a sunset,leaving a beloved place or remembering a loved one who moved on.VEMOT  Read more...