I Found the Perfect Candle
The first time I started using candles was in college, when I was trying to mask other scents in my dorm room from wafting into the hallway. The candles were usually whatever was cheap and looked highly psychedelic. Freshman year, my brother bought me an oil lamp that you filled with actual oil and lit with a long match (or in my case, a piece of spaghetti). But that didn’t last long — the glass toppled over one night, and I had to sleep on oil stained bed sheets for the rest of the semester.
Abe and I have been together since junior year so my “adult candle life” has involved his candle habits as well. I learned early on he didn’t like them. The scents overwhelm him, so he blows them out whenever I’m not in the room, causing the candles to tunnel. I don’t know why having an unscented one feels like cheating to me. It’s like, why not just put a battery operated flame on the table?!? (That’s not an option for me, either).
In Winter 2020, I read The Littl…