Dear Reader | Candle No. 16 floral citrus A scent made for sins

A scent made for sins you’ll never regret

and mirrorball on repeat

and mahogany

but all you hear is your own pulse

Dear Reader | Candle No. 16 floral citrus A scent made for sinsThis one smells like gliding across endless bookshelves, atop a mahogany ladder with brass wheels. You know the one. It opens with the crisp flutter of old parchment and the faint sweetness of faded ink. The air is steeped in dust and daydreams, the hush of a library after closing. The aroma of antique books drifts through the quiet, mingling with sueded silk and scrolls worn soft by time. This scent is heirlooms and history, like a borrowed novel