i have a bit of a thing for things that smell good. this is my worst nightmare. as a ginormous neat freak and a person with what i’m pretty sure is a pretty hardcore nose (both in the large jewish sense and in the strong sense of smell sense), i’m constantly thinking of ways to make both myself and my home smell pretty. and by pretty, i mean, i want to smell fucking AMAZING (thank you, tocca cleopatra, for your help in that regard), and i want my apartment to do the same. when you’re a crazy cat lady to the max, this can be a little bit difficult. i try to keep smells to a minimum by disposing of penny’s lady bizness on the regular, and cleaning my apartment from top to bottom once a week (or more, depending on how anal i’m feeling on any given day).
but my real savior in the scent department is candles.
hi, my name is sarah, and i am a CANDLE WHORE. i cannot get enough. the security guard at the west broadway anthropologie store and i are pretty much on a first name basis (at the very least, he sees me and thinks, this bitch, buying her candles again). thank goodness my mother never remembers to read this blog, because she’d absolutely keel over if she realized how much i spend on candles on a monthly basis. my expensive candle habit takes a bit of a hit in the summer months, when fresh flowers take priority over a faux wax version, but come fall and winter, i am ALL ABOUT THAT WAX, ‘BOUT THAT WAX…
specifically, i’m all about that pumpkin/fireplace/cookie/fir-scented wax. there is nothing i love more than sitting on my couch enveloped in the smell of nest’s pumpkin chai. it is, hands down, one of the best fall candles out there. RESPECT, nest. you kill it. (come christmas time, nest’s ‘holiday’ pretty much never stops burning in casa de sarah and kaitlyn). i may be a jew, but i LOVE me the scent of christmas trees, and since i can’t really get away with owning one, i can own the next best thing: a candle that smells like the real thing.
anyway, back to my faves. i’ve been known to go a little crazy buying anything and everything from illume (they do a separate line from anthropologie – don’t miss out on their oatmeal cookie and pumpkin souffle boulangerie jars), but when i’ve got extra cash money burning a hole in my pocket, i head straight for the diptyque. in the spring, i’m all about rosa mimosa, in the summer, it’s baies for the win (it’s baies for the win any season, really), but come autumn, i can’t get enough of feu de bois. there is, i tell you, no other candle that mimics the smell of a real, wood-burning fireplace better than this one.
when you’re a city-dweller, and especially, a new yorker, a real, wood-burning fireplace is a pipe dream. it’s about as realistic as going an entire year without seeing a crazy person on the subway (love you, nyc). fireplaces and garages, i tell you. they’re what suburban dreams are made of. but since we concrete jungle folk can’t get the real thing ’til we head upstate to hudson or across the water to jersey, we’re destined to burn candles instead.
diptyque’s candles may be expensive, but they burn forever, they burn cleanly, and they smell beyond incredible. trust me when i say: if you can afford to splurge, feu de bois is THE fall candle. there’s nothing else like it.
can’t stomach spending more than $20 on a freaking candle? i feel you, girl. make a beeline for your local anthropologie store, and stock up on their oatmeal cookie boulangerie jar. at just $16, this candle burns beautifully, lasts for 35 hours, and best of all, doubles as an easy way to make people think you’re a baking goddess who whips up soft, molasses-laden oatmeal cookies on the regular. talk about killing two birds with one stone.
so, what are you waiting for? you have shopping to do!