My flat is part of big, drafty old Georgian house, and I often find my hallway smells of whatever my downstairs neighbour is cooking. With this in mind I'm always on the lookout for good scented candles (I hate air fresheners). As far as budget buys go, Yankee Candles take some beating, but I have a secret addiction to overpriced boutique brands and perfume-based candles.
My latest discovery is Ormonde Jayne, a beautiful little perfumery hidden in the Royal Arcade off London's Bond Street. Their Frangipani scent is heavenly, like a grown-up version of the tropical, fruity florals many of us wore as a teenagers. I burn the candle only on very special occasions, but whenever I do, the flat suddenly becomes twice as homely. These babies make the perfect gifts, and come perfectly wrapped in the trademark orange and black paper. Far more unusual than Diptyque but just as luxurious, they give the impression you know about something fabulous before everyone else. Just remember who told you!
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