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Your Warped Sense Of Humour

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Hand-blown glass, 100% soy wax, and forty hours of warm Madagascan vanilla & jasmine.

Specifications
Wax
100% soy
Vessel
Hand-blown glass
Burn time
40 hours
Dimensions
7.5 × 10.5 cm · 220 g

For the mum whose birthday card jokes always go too far, in the best way: bold type on a solid colour block admits you may have dad’s surname, but you inherited ‘your warped sense of humour and mild alcoholism’. One for daughters and sons who’d rather make her laugh than write something soppy. Hand it over at the birthday lunch, or wrap it up with the gin she pretends she doesn’t need.

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How does the multi-buy work?
Your first candle is £20, your second is £15, your third is £10, and your fourth is just £5. That is four candles for £50 instead of £80, taken off automatically in your basket.

Mix any designs and any occasions you like. Every candle after the fourth is £5 too, so eight candles is £70.

When will my order arrive?
Orders placed before 4pm Monday to Friday are sent the same day. Delivery is free on orders over £25, and you’ll see the available delivery options at checkout. Delivery dates are estimates, so please allow extra time during busy periods.
Can I send it straight to the recipient?
Yes. Enter their address as the delivery address at checkout. The candle arrives in its own presentation tube.
What does this label say?
Happy birthday mum I know I have dad's surname but I have your warped sense of humour and mild alcoholism.
What's in the glass?
The scent
Madagascan vanilla & jasmine
40hrs
Burn time
100%
Soy wax
220g
Weight
Wax
100% soy wax
Vessel
Glass
Dimensions
7.5 × 10.5 cm

For the mum whose birthday card jokes always go too far, in the best way: bold type on a solid colour block admits you may have dad’s surname, but you inherited ‘your warped sense of humour and mild alcoholism’. One for daughters and sons who’d rather make her laugh than write something soppy. Hand it over at the birthday lunch, or wrap it up with the gin she pretends she doesn’t need.