I held the candle in my hands so strongly I though I was going to break it. And then I put it back inside the big green bubble wrap rapidly. Back again inside the bottom of the box. I need to protect that smell. A sacrilege without her.
I remember the day I bought it. I arrived home. She was working in the kitchen table with a colleague on the socialist’s candidate documentary. What a beautiful gift I had made to both of us. What a luxurious night. I specifically asked the sales assistant for a sexy smell. Our first Diptyque candle witness of our souls.