Favorite Summer Candles

Just wanted to take a minute, as the temps in the morning brush into the upper 60's (for at least the next day or so), to celebrate my favorite summer candles and look forward to fall. I try to have a candle burning when I'm writing, especially during the summer when it's not as pleasant to spend long stretches outside.*

1. Burnt Orange, by Wick Habit

2. Frog Princess, by Mort & Co. Candles

3. World-Building, by Novelly Yours

4. Suntan, by Bath&BodyWorks

Looking at the list, it feels that I'm trying to make up for the past several months of staying home, trying to manage "the new normal" that has consisted of getting out less and less as, frankly, our governor abandoned the state to a continuing pandemic and made it more and more difficult to determine whether even going to a nearby park was a good idea, much less a mall. When you're receiving phone calls from major healthcare providers giving generic warnings about spikes in hospital usage, it makes it difficult to be enthusiastic about going out.

Which is one of the reasons for this post--a...relatively...happy post about candles, which help me to calm down and focus when my brain is basically on a constant cartoon loop of screaming and running in circles. I'm grateful to be able to turn to a candle and a quiet room. And thus, candles.

What kind of scents will fall bring?

* When I'm at the desk in the closet, I like to have a Mythologie candle going, as they have perfectly small candle tins that work really well in that space. Since those are sets they aren't technically individual favorite candles. They are like the everlasting gobstopper of atmosphere, though, shifting among scents coordinated with fantasy or mythological settings and are really awesome.

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