God, there’s nothing better than sitting back, throwing on a warm blanket and lighting an immaculately scented candle to transport you to another dimension. Whether it’s sea breeze, cinnamon pumpkin spice, or vanilla lavender, scented candles are a delightful way to improve your living situation by 1,000%
Scented candles are actually so gase and I don’t care if you think I’m a pussy for actually enjoying them. Oh what? Am I any less of a man because my apartment smells like white tea? While your living room smells like testicle sweat, mine smells like gingerbread and rose pedals. I’ve seen some sites try to advertise “Scented Candles for Men” with fragrances like “Fall Kickoff” and “Bourbon” but screw that, I want the fruitiest, freshest smells you’ve got. Why are men so afraid to let the reins down and just admit that the scent of “floral jasmine lemon blossom” is actually fucking amazing?
Call me a pussy, it’s a great take. I don’t know much about scented candles, other than that I like the strong ones. So I tend to stick to the basics. Give me the most potent, commercially produced scents you’ve got. I want my ENTIRE COMPLEX to smell like Birthday Cake.
Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna be back here lighting another one in my apartment, fighting the stigma against toxic masculinity, one scented candle at a time.