I was given a gift recently, a candle in an absolutely beautiful glass jar with a fitted lid. I admired the craftsmanship of the container, the charm of the label...oh, what does that say? The wick is a new design, meant to crackle like a real fire. Patent pending.
I love gifts that carry some element of risk. The open flame of a regular ol’ candle is really quite tame, wouldn’t you agree? Let’s ramp the experience up a notch with an unpatented wick. I’m game!
I have it burning on the mantel beside me. I’m a candle girl. I often light the living room with nothing but candles. I write letters by candlelight, listen to Brahms by candlelight, enjoy bubbles by candlelight... it’s always candle time. They are soothing. They light a lady perfectly. They give my imperfectly painted walls a genteel glow.
This candle, however, is not so relaxing. This is Extreme Candlelight with a bouncing four inch flame that sounds like it’s coming from an old gas lamp. It’s stressing me out!