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Triple Trestle Trifle on De Soto Main Street
$25.00Ingredients: Berries, sugar, sweet cream, lemon, vanilla
Nestled between Carbondale and Du Quoin, De Soto, Illinois may be a quiet four-way stop—but it’s bursting with heart. With roots in coal mining and hometown pride that shows up for “De Soto Daze” and little league games alike, this small but mighty village is defined by its warmth, its people, and the unmistakable charm of three train trestles cutting across its landscape.Triple Trestle Trifle on De Soto Main Street, part of our Main Street series, is a layered celebration of that spirit—like a homemade dessert shared on a summer porch after a ballgame. The candle opens with the juicy sweetness of ripe berries and bright lemon zest, followed by a swirl of jammy richness, all wrapped in comforting notes of vanilla, sweet cream, and sugar. It’s playful and familiar—like the scent of a berry trifle cooling by the window while trains rumble softly in the distance.
Light Triple Trestle Trifle and you’re instantly transported to “Main Street” in De Soto—where community is strong, summers are sweet, and joy always comes in layers.
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A Grand Fairway on Du Quoin Main Street
$25.00Ingredients: Caramel, sugar, sweet cream, vanilla, popcorn
Step onto “Main Street” in Du Quoin, Illinois, part of our Main Street series, where the scent of carnival nights and state fair magic fills the air. A Grand Fairway on Du Quoin Main Street is a tribute to the town that hosts the beloved Du Quoin State Fair—a place where childhood memories are wrapped in the sweetness of sugar, laughter, and late-summer twilight.This candle captures that joy with the warm, buttery aroma of carnival corn—a decadent blend of caramel, sweet cream, vanilla, sugar, and just a hint of fresh popcorn. It’s the scent of sticky fingers, striped paper bags, and spinning rides under glowing fair lights.
Light A Grand Fairway and be transported to the midway: where every breath feels like a memory, and the air itself is dipped in nostalgia. It’s a scent that lingers long after the last ride has stopped—pure, sweet, and unmistakably Du Quoin.