The Bard's Flame

The Bard’s Flame was kindled when a noble mother, (that's me) was besieged by three odiferous teen knaves, whose chambers reeked of "the rankest compound of villainous smells that ever offended the nostril." I could find nary a candle fit for mine own humble dwelling—too toxic, too swift to burn, and scented like a perfumed plague. Thus, I took matters into mine own hands (with a wee bit o' help from my youngest, who did lend his artful eye to our noble crest). I now peddle non-toxic soy candles, infused with essential oils and the spirit of Shakespearean insults, each burning clean and long (up to 60 hours, if thou can believe it). They may be small, but as the Bard himself declared:
“Though she be but little, she is fierce.” Truly, we desire to help thou create a sanctuary of clean and fragrant living, crafting candles that nourish both mind and spirit. Don't settle for wax without wit. Light one. Smite the stench. Bask in brilliance.