About us, more or less

Our shitey wee story

Most Friday nights we end up in the same pub, at the same table, coming up with ideas. Almost none of them survive the walk home.

This is one of the few that did. She keeps bees, and one year she poured the wax into a mould and handed it over calling it a shitey wee candle. It was, in fact, a very good candle. The name stuck, the joke stuck, and then it started spreading to everything else we make.

So here it is: honey from her hives, macarons and tarts out of my kitchen, jam and pickles from whatever the garden gave us, and a handful of things we simply buy well and refuse to apologise for. All of it goes in a small box, and the box goes to people we like.

The website is nicer than the name deserves. That's the whole bit.