Get one step closer to living in a Mary Balough novel with these romance-themed candles. Open your book, strike a match, and let the scents carry you off into world that’s fun to visit, but maybe not live in.
This is one complicated hunk of wax. Though always identifiably masculine, it has a softness lurking within. A strong combination of the grass from the moors and saddle leather picks you up and throws you atop a horse. You’ll feel the sand beneath your toes when breathing in the from the hint of sea salt air, reminiscent of running on a rocky English beach with the brooding hero for whom you care deeply, though your family hates him. And of course there’s a mystery scent hinting at the candle’s past, to keep you guessing until the wick runs out.
A table overloaded with confections and the distinct smell of powdered hair are the first notes you’ll whiff upon lighting this candle. Then comes the hit of old money, which many won’t recognize but will immediately associate with luxury. Beneath this is a darker layer, the tang of the unbathed body of a crazy relative they don’t talk about in polite society. However, that scent is quickly forgotten as you are bombarded once again with the rich aromas of powder, spices, and cakes, ensuring a jolly time indeed. After all, it’s the surface smell that matters.
Cad is the smell of the quintessential 19th-century fuckboy. The scents are so, enthralling that you won’t care about the reviews. Tobacco, playing cards, and cheap perfume worn by the loose women whose services they frequent mingle together on their merry way to Hell. Despite the danger of getting burned, you won’t be able to resist sneaking closer to catch all the exciting fragrances this candle offers.
There is no definitive scent. Is it musky like sex? Inky like the notes being secretly passed? Burned hair from a pyre made when you discovered your beau was promised to another? The smells encircle you like gossip, never quite making themselves clear, but you nonetheless obsessively try to figure out what they are. The candle goes down fast, like a ship upon which one’s investment depended, and will leave you wondering where you stand in the world. This candle isn’t suitable for relaxation purposes.
The clean cotton scent of a snow-white debutante gown and freshly laundered chemise tickles your nostrils. A pop of daisy from floral hair accessories dots the air. The waxy undertones of a freshly polished dance floor wafts through the room too, grounding you in reality. Heiress might seem lovely and innocent but beneath it all is an undertone of wilting rose, to remind you that even heiresses have a limited time for fun before they are cast aside.