Candles are something I fill my life with. I love the flickering little flame, even though I know it adds some soot to my walls and ceilings. For a while I did the melting thingies, but I just missed having that flame. I don’t burn them as often anymore because I find so few with great throw that are burn-worthy.
Well. On a weekend shopping expedition, I ran across Tatine Candles (www.tatinecandles.com) I got one in Forest Floor and one in Tabac. When I opened the Tabac box, I had a hunch these candles were the real deal and might make me very happy as oodles of tobacco leaf unfurled from the box. Put a match to it, walked away, came back into my living room (which is pretty big) 30 minutes later to the smell of the best of tobacco everywhere. Not cigarette butt tobacco, the tobacco you smell in the cigar shop in that little room. The throw? It was all overe the room, in every breathing space, and I’d only burned a teensy bit of the candle.
Cid I mention Forest Floor? CB would be proud. This is one straight from I Hate Perfumery, dank forest floor, earth, almost mushroomy, slightly decaying, but not in a bad way, just to add a loamy richness. Again, the throw. I burned it in the bathroom for maybe 15 minutes, and it was as if I had walked into Mirkwood Forest.
Handmade from soy and beeswax, these are great candles. I’m perusing their website for more purchase. Hemlock & green Jasmine? Oh, noes! they don’t actually sell from their website, you do have to find a stockist. If anyone knows a stockist online that sells the entire line, would you let me know? Well, here’s a place in California that has most of them.
Do any of you get Food & Wine Magazine, and did you read the article this month about perfume and wine? It was interesting, and covered much of what we have talked about here off and on in the past, that the two have a very common thread of notes and smells and identifying them, though it appears those immersed in wine professionally wind up wearing very little perfume, though the writer did wind up with Le Labo Neroli that she felt she could wear occasionally when working professionally in wine. What a sad thing! To love both and have to give up so much daily pleasure of perfume while working with wine. I am going to spritz on an extra spray or two of Nuit de Tubereuse tonight while swilling down some wine and immerse myself in the unparallelled pleasure of not having to choose either.