White curtains dancing with the gentle wind, a sweet melody echoing into your home, immersed in a transparent scent of white roses and welcome silences.
Whilst visiting my grandparent's home this summer, I realised it has a particular smell. I cannot tell you precisely what it was, but sometimes now, I catch a whiff of it. It was like a mix of books worn by time and freshly picked grapes and plums, the smell of the leather bag that my grandfather carried with him in the fields during harvest or peaches in syrup that my grandmother used to make for him because he loved to eat them during the cold season.
The scent of this candle brought with it a flood of memories that I thought were lost, but now, years later, this scent is not only enough to relive these experiences in their home and surrounds, but it is also enough to release and bring to life the rest of the fond memories.