GreenwicK

A Sydney candle house

A house you are let into after dark.

Seven rooms. Seven fragrances. Whether it is the low fire of the parlour, the salt air off the jetty, or the heavy silence of the chapel, our pours capture the essence.

An engraving of Greenwick manor at dusk. Gables, a stone tower and rows of arched windows stand over overgrown grounds. Every window is dark but one, which glows warm.
Every window is dark but one. Somebody is still up, somewhere in the west wing, and has been for a long time.

The rooms

Greenwick is mapped rather than named. Every candle is a room on the estate, and every room is somewhere you have almost certainly stood before, in a house you have never been to.

The house is not open yet

Greenwick is poured by hand in small batches, and the first of them are still curing. Nothing is for sale here today. Read the rooms, find the one that resonates with you, and you will be told when its door opens.