I had a transformative olfactory experience a few weeks ago. It was during the Port Hope House Tour, (which you really should add to your September 2019 if you think you might enjoy peeping into beautifully decorated homes) when I stepped through the door of a cream-coloured cottage and into the nicest smelling house I think I've ever experienced.
This was no Glade plug-in, or punch-in-the-face of Febreeze. It wasn't the essential oil tang of a Saje diffuser. This was heavenly. Masculine. Woodsy. Warm. Wooly. The fragrance lead me through the house, deeply inhaling, searching for the source which I discovered burning on a mantle:
Diptyque candles here and there.
I left Port Hope and set a straight course to the Diptyque counter at Saks, because sometimes I get greedy and I want everything for myself. I REALLY REALLY liked the smell of that house.
Picture, if you will, a time lapse of me at the candle counter for 20 minutes trying to find THE ONE. I could not. I theorized that it was the mingling of the different candle scents that produced something totally one-off - an idea I absolutely love. A curated personal home fragrance.
I need two or three to create the one of a kind smell cloud I'm hoping to effect. But sloowwww down: these babies cost $89 each. I know. It's just a candle. It's literally burning money at a rate of $1.25 per hour by my calculation.
In the end, after much candle-induced anxiety, I bought just one. Too many decisions. No regrets: it smells pretty great on its own. But know that I'm working hard on the rationalizations that will let me get two more before the holidays. I do love a good-smelling house.