Ey up, I’m Joe; 26, mildly feral, and fully responsible for this scented chaos.

I make every single candle and wax melt by hand (yes, by these limp wristed hands), usually while listening to vinyl, binge-watching something emotionally damaging, or spiralling about which Stephen King book would make the best wax melt. When I’m not creating a waxy mess, I’m designing all the graphics, posters, packaging; basically, if it’s got the World of Worship name on it, I made it while sleep-deprived and/or covered in oil.... sounds kinda kinky huh?

This is a one-person operation powered by fragrance obsession, caffeine, and being just unhinged enough to think ‘what if this wax melt smelled like lust and childhood trauma?’

Anyway, thanks for being here. Please light responsibly. Or don’t. I’m not the wax police. Share with your appropriate adults and help fund this little fags future lifestyle. And remember, when all else fails?

Live, Laugh, Lohan (insert Lindsay Lohan prison mugshot)