About Maloney & Krumm

Made from memory

Maloney & Krumm LLC is an independent business based in Glendale, Arizona. We create candles and fragrances with names and stories rooted in memory, survival, and a life reclaimed.

Our collection includes candles, roll-on fragrances, car diffusers, home diffusers, and wax melts. Explore the catalog for current products, sizes, prices, and availability.

Made from memory, forged from survival, illuminated from a life reclaimed.

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Abandoned

Abandonment does not always come with a goodbye. Sometimes it begins with a child waiting for someone who never returns. Eventually, the silence becomes the answer. Some absences leave an empty space. Others shape everything that follows.

No Witness

Expensive cologne. Red wine. A wedding ring hidden inside a pocket. A private booth in a town where no one knew my name. He paid for silence. I paid with pieces of myself. Some survival happens where nobody is looking.

Gravel Road

Gravel beneath my feet. A road that felt endless. Everything else returns in pieces—the headlights, the ride, and the stranger who helped me find my way home. So much of that night disappeared. The way home never did.

Past Midnight

Past midnight, the streets belonged to those with nowhere safe to go. I learned to read headlights, passing cars, and danger before it reached me. Sometimes I was escaping. Sometimes I was waiting to be chosen. Every night, survival had a price.

First Day

Once a year, everything felt new. Clothes laid out the night before, fresh from the line and carrying the clean scent of open air. By morning, possibility smelled like fresh linen. For one day, nothing felt worn out or handed down.

HIM — The Man I Found

After learning how much a man could take, I found one who made safety feel like desire. I walked away once. Seven years later, he found me again. HIM is the memory of being wanted without being owned—and loved without fear.