We've been seeking comfort lately. At Maison Persolaise, that means candles. I've often wondered why such a simple object should be as soothing as it is. How does a single flame possess such power? It's small and faltering, yet also hypnotic enough to act as a focal point for a vast space. Is its magnetism somehow related to connecting with ancestors... some kind of buried, tribe-memory of huddling in a cave, trying to draw warmth from a torch? Whatever the cause of the attraction, after one of my recent gardening forays, I lit the new Tuberose candle from Robbie Honey. As far as floral notes go, tuberose is tricky to handle: it mustn't be permitted to grow too sharp a set of fangs or to descend into juvenile giggles. The perfumer who put together this particular scent for Honey - I'm afraid I don't know who it is - got the balance right: the smell hovering around the flame is creamy, but undeniably witchy. I've also enjoyed the brand's Muguet Des Bois. Creating a convincing lily of the valley note for a fine fragrance is near-impossible at the moment, which is why an above-par candle featuring the flower is such a welcome prospect. This one's a delight. Woody, sweet, green, tender... and yes, comforting.
[Samples of candles provided by Robbie Honey.]