There is a certain hush that falls over December-the kind Charles Dickens wrote about so well. A hush made of hearth-warmth, frosted windows, pine forests, and the feeling that something magical is about to happen. In that hush, we hang our memories. We hang our hopes. And we hang our ornaments.
This year, at Glass Forest, Christmas arrives wrapped not in paper, but in glass and light. Their candy ornaments-glass toffees, dotted baubles, pastel sweets and glossy red treats-feel like treasures from a Victorian confectioner’s window. One can almost imagine Scrooge himself softening as he sees them glinting on a candlelit tree, each one carrying the sweetness he had forgotten.
Candies That Remember
There is something inherently nostalgic about candy-shaped ornaments. They tug at the same place inside us where childhood winters live-snowflakes on wool coats, mittens drying by the fire, and sweets bought with pocket money at a corner shop.
Glass Forest takes that nostalgia and lifts it gently into art.
The Pastel Toffees shimmer like dreams dipped in soft colour-childlike, innocent, impossible not to smile at.
The Red Toffees glow like Christmas itself-bold, cheerful, reminiscent of ribboned boxes and bright berries on wreaths.
And the Dots Ornament, with its hand-applied speckles, feels like a snow globe mid-shake-tiny bursts of light frozen on clear glass, “the calmness of still water, the shine of stars,” as though plucked straight from a Dickensian night sky.
Each piece is hand-blown in borosilicate glass-the kind of craft you’d expect from an old-world artisan working by lamplight, flame dancing, breath shaping form. No two pieces are identical. And that is their magic.
A Christmas Tree Worthy of Storybooks
Hang them on a tree, and the transformation is immediate.
It no longer looks like decor-it looks like tradition.
The glass catches candlelight the way snow catches moonlight-softly, reverently. The ornaments seem almost alive, as if they’ve tumbled from a Christmas fair in Victorian London, where carolers sing on cobbled lanes and every window glows warm.
You can style them whimsically-scattering toffees among branches as though the Ghost of Christmas Past sprinkled sweetness across the evening.
Or elegantly-letting dotted ornaments gather near fairy lights so each dot flickers like a star discovering itself.
Pair them with eucalyptus, dried orange slices, velvet ribbons, or antique brass bells. With every layer, your tree begins to feel less like an object and more like a story-one made of sugar and glass and gathered moments.
The Spirit That Lingers
Dickens believed that Christmas was not a day, but a state of heart-“a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.”
Glass Forest’s ornaments echo that sentiment. They don’t simply adorn; they remind.
They remind us of the sweetness we must protect.
Of wonder.
Of tradition.
Of the small joys that carry us across seasons.
And when the tree glows in the quiet of evening-when the room is still, when the world is hushed beneath its winter quilt-these glass candies shimmer as though whispering a promise:
Keep magic close.
Keep sweetness closer.
And let Christmas live in all the corners of your home.