For anyone who’s ever eaten the whole jar.
Maraschino red & blush · Glossed · Christmas edition
When I moved into my first grown-up flat, I realised I had free choice: anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it. I chose maraschino and glacé cherries. I ate so many that I couldn’t look at them for years, though I always kept a gorgeous jar of the luxe ones in the cupboard, just in case. I can eat them again now, and I’ve learnt restraint. Mostly. Sometimes. So here is a whole box you can’t eat: strawberries and cherries in deep maraschino red and strawberries-and-cream blush, glossed like the cherry on a soda-fountain sundae.
The lore
The real thing. The first maraschinos were small, dark Marasca cherries from the Dalmatian coast, preserved in their own liqueur. When war reached Zadar, a member of the Luxardo family escaped to Italy with a cherry sapling and the recipe. Priorities.
Who gets the name. In 1912, American food inspectors ruled that only Marasca cherries preserved in maraschino could be sold as maraschino cherries. The glowing red ones on your sundae came later.
The Prohibition myth. Everyone says the alcohol-free maraschino was invented for Prohibition. The colleagues of the professor who perfected it say that’s nonsense. We’ll let you decide over a Shirley Temple.
What’s in it, and what isn’t
NZ beeswax and soy, coloured with German-made candle dye, with a cotton wick, finished with a water-based candle gloss. That’s the whole list: no fillers, no nasties. No fragrance either. Not “natural fragrance”, not a “botanical blend”. None.Give it for
A first grown-up flat. Free choice, without the consequences.
The Christmas cake. The cherry on top, twelve times over.
Anyone short on restraint. These ones you can’t eat.
The details
Twelve candles: four small strawberries, four large strawberries and four cherries
Short and sweet, made for the birthday wish. Lift them off before you cut the cake.
Christmas edition, October to December only
Hand-poured and finished in Auckland
Presented in our signature Fable box, wrapped and ready to give
For anyone who’s ever eaten the whole jar.
Maraschino red & blush · Glossed · Christmas edition
When I moved into my first grown-up flat, I realised I had free choice: anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it. I chose maraschino and glacé cherries. I ate so many that I couldn’t look at them for years, though I always kept a gorgeous jar of the luxe ones in the cupboard, just in case. I can eat them again now, and I’ve learnt restraint. Mostly. Sometimes. So here is a whole box you can’t eat: strawberries and cherries in deep maraschino red and strawberries-and-cream blush, glossed like the cherry on a soda-fountain sundae.
The lore
The real thing. The first maraschinos were small, dark Marasca cherries from the Dalmatian coast, preserved in their own liqueur. When war reached Zadar, a member of the Luxardo family escaped to Italy with a cherry sapling and the recipe. Priorities.
Who gets the name. In 1912, American food inspectors ruled that only Marasca cherries preserved in maraschino could be sold as maraschino cherries. The glowing red ones on your sundae came later.
The Prohibition myth. Everyone says the alcohol-free maraschino was invented for Prohibition. The colleagues of the professor who perfected it say that’s nonsense. We’ll let you decide over a Shirley Temple.
What’s in it, and what isn’t
NZ beeswax and soy, coloured with German-made candle dye, with a cotton wick, finished with a water-based candle gloss. That’s the whole list: no fillers, no nasties. No fragrance either. Not “natural fragrance”, not a “botanical blend”. None.Give it for
A first grown-up flat. Free choice, without the consequences.
The Christmas cake. The cherry on top, twelve times over.
Anyone short on restraint. These ones you can’t eat.
The details
Twelve candles: four small strawberries, four large strawberries and four cherries
Short and sweet, made for the birthday wish. Lift them off before you cut the cake.
Christmas edition, October to December only
Hand-poured and finished in Auckland
Presented in our signature Fable box, wrapped and ready to give
