A world of scent, poured by hand

By day, I build businesses. I help ideas grow into something real. But there has always been another part of me, quieter and softer, that belongs to art, and to one place: Tehran.

Tehran is where I learned what beauty smells like. Fresh tea poured into small glasses. Rosewater and saffron on a warm afternoon. Orange blossoms after the rain, and old gardens where the cypress trees stand tall.

DONYA is how I let that part of me breathe. Every candle is inspired by a memory of Tehran and the painted tiles of Golestan Palace, and hand-poured in small batches here in California, with fragrances chosen slowly and with great care.

My name means “world.” When you light one of these candles, I hope a little of mine fills your home, and that you love it as much as I loved making it.