Reading is wonderful. You don't need us to tell you that. Diving into someone else's exciting and exotic narrative. Learning new words and concepts, and carrying them around in your pocket like a new superpower. Find the right book, and it's all consuming. Find your favourite book, and you'll forever remember where you were when you started, if not finished it, and the various accoutrements that went with it. Be it the swallow-you-up chair, the giant mug of probably-lukewarm tea, or the candle that pricked the atmosphere and amplified it.
Voracious readers may be able to read on baby-laden budget airlines, or bustling commutes, but others require a dimly-lit, monastically-silent sanctuary. Yes, the ritual of a book and candle is a good one. And before you ask, no, you needn't do anything as contrived as tenuously pair a genre with the oils and ingredients - which isn't to say that this entire process is pointless, merely that NO-ONE has time for that.
It's tricky to crack a rose scent without it feeling a) synthetic b) predictable, but this has done just that. Tumbling roses with woodsy notes from the vine - just like the pot, actually.
Sweet and spicy, with a refreshing and reorienting hint of the brand's signature citrus-ness. Rest assured, it smells as expensive as it looks (and is).
This will drop your shoulders an inch, which is as good a prescription as any for a book that's making you bite your nails with worry. It's less spa-like than it's older siblings, but is just as delectable, and oh, it has three. whole. wicks.
Not half as dramatic as its exterior would have you believe, but in the very best way. Dry and bracing, yes, but laced with soothing whiffs of honey. A rather nice toothbrush holder afterwards, too.