Hey, y'all! I'm the proud Founder of North Peters Street Candles, my slice of festive in the heart of the New Orleans French Quarter.

I've been selling handcrafted soy wax candles here for more than 24 years. Let me tell y'all a bit about my journey, my candles, and how each of my fragrances brings a story of my beloved NOLA to life.

Why, you might ask, did I start North Peters Street Candles?

Well, it's simple. I wanted to capture the essence of New Orleans, not just in a candle, but in a memory. Each fragrance is a tribute to the city's rich history and vibrant culture. For me, this is more than a business; it's a way to keep our stories and our heritage alive. I named the business after the street that runs parallel to the Mississippi River and is the official address of the French Market.

You see, scents have this magic way of taking you back in time. That's why I've been so picky about each of our fragrances. They’re not just “smells;” they're memories in a jar.

Whether it's the sweet aroma of Teddy's Fig Preserves (in honor of my Mama Teddy and her 100-year-old family fig trees) or Second Line, with its zesty kumquat orange fragrance that grows around here in the fall, each is a nod to our colorful way of life here in NOLA. And let me tell you about some of my bestsellers! White Hanky, with its fresh, clean scent, is like a crisp linen shirt on a hot day. Parasol was named for the accessory the gals hold as they Second Line down the street during a parade or after a wedding. Remember Tennessee Williams’ famous story, “A Streetcar Named Desire?” Mr. Williams (no relation, btw!!) wrote his book the summer he lived in the heart of New Orleans.

For years you could see the name of each streetcar, and everyone wanted to ride Desire. In fact, when people come to my booth and “test sniff” all my scents, they’ll typically exclaim, “I want Desire!” And I always respond, “Don’t we all, honey!”

Each one of my candles has a story behind it, and I hope you
browse my catalog to read them all. If you’ve ever lived in NOLA, visited, or know people who have, then you know we take our good times seriously! It’s all about "Laissez les bons temps rouler, ma cher”…Let the good times roll!

BTW, I named my candle, Flambeaux, after one of my red toy poodles (the one on the right). His brother is named Tabasco, of course! (edited)