![]() ![]() There was a pack of 30 wicks, each about as long as a matchstick, though you can trim them if you’re using a shallower container. When I scooped them up and let them run through my fingers, they had the consistency of fine sand. The pearls arrived securely packaged in two tall boxes - one unscented and one scented with Dreamy Dunes, a fresh succulent and cactus-flower fragrance. Seduced by the reuse potential and intrigued by the creative possibilities, I contacted Foton, and the brand sent me a couple of samples. ![]() The pearls burn cleanly with no whiff of smoke or soot. There was even an island of pearls floating in a glass of water topped by a lit wick. “Natural and clean-burning! Refillable and refreshable!” Product photos depicted tiny fish-roe-size balls of wax, dubbed “pearls,” poured into an assortment of objects: seashells, ramekins, copper mugs, wooden bowls. “The safer and smarter option!” the brand proclaimed on Instagram. The algorithm, ever omniscient, sensed my disenchantment and served me an ad for Foton candles. You really only need so many DIY pen holders, Q-Tip holders, and hair-tie holders before you run out of flotsam to organize. Then there was the problem of the empty jars. Later, as my tastes matured, I upgraded to more sophisticated scents from Boy Smells, Apotheke, Flamingo Estate, and Diptyque.īut it’s also often said that as you get older, you become just like your parents, which is how I found myself longing for something that was less scent-forward but would still bestow a homey, cozy glow. I embraced the once-verboten wonderlands of Bath & Body Works and Yankee Candle, lighting up Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie, Apple Cider Donut, and Pumpkin Pecan Pancakes all at once. The moment I moved out, I bought candles like my life depended on it. Ergo, no vanilla perfume, no cucumber hand sanitizer, no ocean-breeze detergent. My mom has a strong sensitivity to fragrance, and even a single spritz of cherry-blossom body spray, applied covertly next to an open window, would send her to bed with a dizzying headache. ![]() In my case, the forbidden fruit was anything scented. It’s often said that whatever you were deprived of as a child, you will overindulge in as an adult - Netflix binges if TV was tightly regulated, Froot Loops if you grew up eating muesli and granola. Glass of water + Foton wax pearls + wick = instant candle. ![]()
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