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.