Current Candle: Boy Smells Cinderose

There is always a candle. For someone as deeply afraid of fire and loss through fire as I am (not sure why, I’m a water sign though, astrologers get at me), I certainly have a lot of it around. I really love scent, and being happy with the way my space smells. It also gives me confidence each time I talk to my mother that my space does not smell at all like cat.

My current candle is so spot-on amazing that it inspired me to write about a fucking candle. The candle is by Boy Smells, and it’s called Cinderose. Online, it’s listed as smelling of rose, tuberose, oakmoss and smoke, but to my olfactories it is simply a floral scent that for the first time isn’t super sweet or reminiscent of a grandmother’s dusty bowl of potpourri. It’s a really elevated floral scent that I want to essentially live in.

It’s really hard to buy candles online. You’re literally playing with fire, hoping that an online description somehow translates into something you understand with enough confidence to add to cart and complete a checkout. Boy Smells combats this lack of confidence with tools most millennial brands use: minimalist packaging, rad fonts, and pink. You’re pretty sure that even if you hate the smell, you’ll be fine just letting these candles sit around the house and add to your aesthetic.

But Cinderose is one you burn. Constantly. I’m on my second Cinderose, that’s how much I love having this scent present while I work from my kitchen all day. The candles are $32 and they’re available on the brand’s own site, Nordstrom, Amazon, and I’m sure other places but I’m tired. I didn’t use a clock or anything, but the burn time was longer than I thought it would be. The scent, the style, and the price are all worth it in my opinion, and I will share more candle connoisseurship with you from here on out.