My Story

I've always been someone who chased experiences.

At nineteen, that meant joining the Army. It led me across the world, where I discovered places, people, and cultures that changed the way I looked at life. Some of my favorite memories came from standing on the side of a cliff after a day of climbing, watching the sun disappear over the Mediterranean in Spain. Others came from sleeping in a tent under pine trees, working as a wildland firefighter, or sharing slow evenings with friends who always made me feel at home.

Along the way, I realized something.

Years later, I couldn't always remember the exact conversations or dates.

But I could remember the smell.

A firefighter with soot-covered face and uniform, wearing a helmet with the US Forest Service emblem, outdoors in a wooded area.

The smell of fresh pine warming in the afternoon sun.
The cool air drifting through a mountain lodge.
Fresh apples tucked away in my great-grandparents' cellar.
Coffee beside the bed on a quiet morning.
The ocean carries the scent of salt and coconut through a warm breeze.
A luxury hotel lobby where every detail felt intentional.

Those memories stayed with me in a way photographs never could.

Life eventually brought me home, where I found a new passion in creating things with my hands. Leatherworking taught me patience. Candle making taught me balance. Both taught me that the smallest details often matter the most.

Sunset view from a balcony showing a pool, a potted plant, and a neighborhood with houses and trees against a colorful sky with clouds.
A person rock climbing on a steep outdoor cliff, wearing a helmet and safety harness, with a rocky and hilly landscape in the background.
Hiker with backpack in burned forest with charred trees and distant mountains.

Then I met Nate.

After a lot of heartbreak, I found someone who reminded me that the best memories aren't always behind us. Some are still waiting to happen.

Obsidian House became a way to preserve all of it.

Every fragrance you find here comes from somewhere I've been, someone I've loved, or a moment I never wanted to lose.

They're not just candles.

They're pieces of my life.

My hope is that when you light one in your own home, it becomes part of yours too.

Welcome to Obsidian House.

 

Why Obsidian?

Obsidian is born from fire.

Molten rock cools so quickly it transforms into black volcanic glass. Strong enough to last for centuries, yet smooth enough to reflect whatever stands before it.

The more I learned about it, the more it felt like the right name.

Life has a way of shaping us through seasons of challenge, growth, heartbreak, adventure, and joy.

Those experiences leave their mark.

So does fire.

Obsidian House became a reminder that even life's hottest moments can become something beautiful.

That is exactly what I hope these candles become.

Obsidian House is a gay-owned, veteran-founded brand built on intention, detail, and atmosphere.

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