I'm not one of those people who has an extraordinary sniffer. I think it's average. I'm not one of those people who travels back in time to moments from my past that waft into my mind flaming memories of my childhood. My sense of smell seems to be more simple while at the same time, it's picky.
I don't wear perfume. I prefer unscented soaps. But when it comes to candles and essential oils, I feel my nose dons a particular snootiness. Odors are either adored or hated in moments of presenting themselves. My nose's particular palette likes things woody. Cidery. Piney.
In the fall, as I was preparing for hygge, I went searching for deliciously scented candles to provide winter evening coziness. It was then that I stumbled across the perfect candle, Walden Woods. After hearing the candle creators' story, which included being made locally and sharing a passion for writing, I was sold even more.
Each evening this winter, their scent swirls around the living room, bringing my heart and nose small, simple smiles. Today, even though spring seems to be sneaking more and more into each day, I purchased a couple more because I think my hygge and my nose need them.
