SidelineKrewe
“Smells like the parade found you.”
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BONS
The Starting Four
Citrus Zest
Pink grapefruit peel, clementine, a twist of bergamot. The bright opener that pulls the crowd in before the horns start.
Sweet Rum
Aged cane sugar, oaked rum, a splash of spiced pineapple. The middle of the parade — where it stops being a drink and starts being a decision.
Dark Amber
Resinous amber, a lean of leather, a whisper of patchouli. Low and heavy like the bass from a brass band two blocks over.
Smoked Vanilla
Charred bourbon vanilla with a hit of tobacco leaf. The 2 a.m. walk home when the street sweepers are starting and you aren't.
Edict from the Sideline
Every candle we pour is an excuse to skip practice and stand two rows deep on Canal Street. Sideline Krewe bottles the particular kind of chaos that starts with beignet sugar on your jacket and ends with you yelling at a float you'll never see again.
It's not perfume. It's not cologne. It's the smell of your team's bus still running outside the hotel while the parade rolls past the lobby. Citrus up top because the day started early. Rum in the middle because someone brought a flask. Amber and smoked vanilla underneath because nothing good ever smelled clean.
Hand-poured in small batches. Numbered. Signed. Sent out before the king cake goes stale.
Stat Sheet
Shipping & Policy
Ships within 48 hours of your order, hand-poured in Baton Rouge. Something wrong with your order? Email support@sidelinescents.com and we'll make it right.
First Burn
Let the full top melt to the edge of the tin — usually 2 to 3 hours. Sets the pool and kills tunneling before it starts.
Wick Care
Trim the wood wick to 1/8" before every relight. Longer flame means more soot and a shorter runtime.
Don'ts
Don't burn longer than 4 hours a session. Don't leave unattended. Don't light the last 1/2" of wax. That's just asking for it.
Word from the Stands
Second year in a row
Bought the first batch, finished it in three weeks, came back for two more. The rum note is unreal — not candy, not bakery, just actual rum. My wife keeps stealing it for her office.
Smells like a real night
Lit it once and my roommate asked if I'd been out all night. I hadn't. That's what I paid for. The wood wick crackle puts me to sleep too.
Strong throw
Fills my living room and creeps into the kitchen. Docking a star because I wanted it even bigger. Packaging is insane — kept the tin for pencils.
The Rest of the Lineup
