ABOUT
There are two of us—siblings Naman and Garima, but not mirrors. Born into the same soil, shaped by very different winds. One of us grew in the wild rhythm of the corporate world. The other wandered with art, culture, and a weather-beaten journal tucked under their arm. But both of us—always—felt the same pull. A pull to return. To slowness. To stories. To the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout, but hums quietly through a room like the scent of jasmine on a warm, late evening.
This is our rebellion: to rekindle what the world forgot. Not with opulence, but with embers. Even in the chaos of wedding planning as Naman’s background, he was always drawn to candles—their gentle flicker, the calm warmth they brought. They weren’t just decor; they turned ordinary spaces into something sacred. That quiet magic stayed with us, and became the inspiration for SAMAA Candle.
SAMAA is not because the world needed another “luxury brand,” but because luxury had stopped feeling like anything at all. It’s not a product line. It’s a love language. A vintage one. One that speaks in brass and terracotta, in marigold and sandalwood, in stories passed down by our great-great-grandmothers when they didn’t even know they were telling stories. They were just living—beautifully, consciously, richly.
Luxury, to us, is not gold leaf—it’s the soil. It’s the tremor in a potter’s hands as they shape clay. It’s the confidence to wear a threadbare shawl because its stitches hum stories of past winters. It’s the radical act of slowing down to feel the weight of a candleholder carved by a 90-year-old’s hands.
We exist for those who crave this quiet. Who want to be in that light again. Who want to trade perfection for fingerprints, and hashtags for handwritten letters. For purity over polish. For sustainability not as a selling point, but as an ancestral truth. For luxury that reconnects you with your inner world, not distances you from your roots.
We believe in: – Conversations that mean something. – Craft that lasts longer than trends. – Communities where people share—not perform. – Objects that make you remember who you are.
This is not a “brand.” It’s a circle. Here, you’ll share monsoon-season poetry at 2 AM. Trade secrets for reviving moth-eaten silk saris. Debate whether jasmine or marigold makes better midnight company. Every candle you light becomes a signal fire: “I’m here. I remember.” Because luxury, done right, is a conversation—not a monologue.
So tell us… Have you been missing yourself lately? Light one of our candles, and you’re not igniting wax—you’re summoning a village. The hum of a 16th-century loom. The laughter of a chai-seller who knows your name. The silence of a temple where time pools like honey. This is luxury as your great-great-grandmother knew it.