Welcome to the world of wax, as I know it, have discovered it, continue to discover it, and here, in this spot, attempt to wrangle it into something cohesive, entertaining, devoted to it—wax! Its stories, history, people, places, mysteries.

This project began, unwittingly, over the winter of 2017-2018 when I gave myself the luxury of letting my mind wander, letting it take me where it would. I did not want to anticipate any one thing or another so there was no envisioning, no planning, no supposition. When I embarked on chasing down an answer to a question that had been tickling my mind for years, and when that led to an old book dealing with the chemistry of wax, and when that book opened up a vast world of wax and places and characters and stories and more and more books, well, I was surprised. I should not have been. My own myopia has sneaked up around behind me, caught me unaware, much too often. As a candlemaker, I should have known more about wax all along, and about candles. I should have known how little I knew.

I’ve been several years a candlemaker using exclusively beeswax (and now bayberry wax), and I am also a writer of sorts writing about anything and most everything, or nothing, depending on how you see it, including, over the years, my candlemaking. In 2018 my writing turned increasingly to wax, and that writing brought me to create this site. Beware: It is all in draft. It is a working document. Pages—not posts—will be added and may change over time. Links to these pages are listed as “Chapters” on the sidebar. They are not listed in order by date of creation but rather how I envision they might appear in a printed book. So they may move around some. I suppose this could be called the working draft of a book. I don’t know. This is just my process and through it I hope to learn.

If you choose to peruse the pages herein, thank you. Please don’t hesitate to leave a comment, suggest a correction, ask a question, offer a critique, or wax poetic.

God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is a draught—nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!
Herman Melville, Moby Dick

Pea Pickle Farm, from whence most all this comes