The smoked curled away from the wick slowly, almost lazily. It wound through the crisp morning air like a tongue from a serpent, tasting the area. The after scent of the candle was that of cedar wood. Crisp and clean, a mind clearing scent. The aroma evoked images of great expanses of evergreen forests. Pine needles and pine cones covering the ground. The odor smells like home.
This candle is but one of many that was ordered by his wife. She likes to change the scent almost daily sometimes. He never quite knows what odor will greet him as he walks in the door after a long day at work. It would seem that this would make for an argument, but it is actually one of the many charming qualities of his wonderful wife. Always staying ahead of her husband in all her endeavours.
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