Guys, my candle coveting has reached new levels of ridiculousness. Anyone who I’ve ever entered the realms of Liberty with can vouch for the fact that I like to suspiciously hang around the Le Labo counter, spritzing and sniffing the NY-based creations and getting a little doe-eyed at their achingly cool aesthetic. They primarily serve up perfumes, a bath and body range and candles. Yep, you got me. One time during my Le Labo counter lurking I spotted a candle emblazoned with the words ‘Figue 15‘. Sold. Fig + candle + a personalised label (Le Labo’s signature thing) = I went home one very happy candle-laden bunny feeling a lot lighter in pocket. Don’t, just don’t. Here’s the thing, the scent that this billows out is beautiful. Fruity, figgy deliciousness. Think of Diptyque’s Figuier as its warmer, more coconut-y older sister; Figue 15 is like the more summer-friendly sibling. After just one burn I was already rejoicing in my purchase/grimacing at the thought of a repurchase, but here’s the thing. When I returned to the flat after three days away this candle was the overriding smell that wafted in my face when I opened the door. Usually it’s the contents of the bin where I’ve forgotten to take it out, so score.
There you go, so that’s my justification; it does the job of a room fragrancer and candle all-in-one – scenting the scene whether it’s burning or not. What’s your excuse?