Named for the threshold between waking and sleep, this hand-poured candle carries a single note of saffron: warm, dry, slightly metallic, like the memory of a thought you almost held.

Burn it in the room where you read, an hour before bed; the note settles into the textiles and stays through the morning.

For the friend who keeps her own counsel. She will light it when she is alone. Only at MA VIE in New York.