Trudon

I wandered into Barney's a few months ago looking to sniff all the pretty perfumes and things in there (I've found that sometimes going around to Fresh and C.O. Bigelow to smell 'n sample helps cure the after-a-bad day blues..) and happened upon a table with two long rows of absinthe colored hand crafted glass candles - each sitting under their own bell jar.... Cire Trudon....  I had one or two quick flings, but fell head over heels in unending love for Abd El Kader.

It's like a summer's day in the shady backyard of a little cottage. A small pond with bullfrogs and a weeping willow tree. Basil leaves and over-grown mint patches. A faded cotton sundress and a straw hat... I'm not pulling your arm either - it so perfectly captures everything about a perfect summer day that I was half expecting to close my eyes and have a glass of raspberry lemonade sitting by me. (I think the candle's official lineup is: spearmint, lemon, blackcurrant bud, apple, ginger, clove, jasmine and vanilla.) But, after looking at the price tag I remembered it was the middle of a bitter cold winter and I couldn't possibly fork over the doll hairs for..... a candle.



Well, it's the first day of Spring and I just strolled right in there and bought it. Not even one batted eyelash or second thought. And - I've done my research, these candles certainly have an impressive resume. They were no stranger to Versailles, illuminated the halls of great thinkers during the Enlightenment and were a personal favorite of Monsieur Bonaparte. 

.....You can't blame a girl for wanting a little bit of her own "antique prestige," right?