Vignette is a sepia-colored snapshot of a quiet, dreamy morning. Coffee -- two or three sugars, a splash of cream -- cools in your grandmother’s old, hand-painted mug. A jam-filled danish from the bakery across the street, half-eaten, crumbles apart. You stare out the window, smile to yourself, and fade into a daydream of a memory of your youth.
Notes: Roasted Coffee, French Vanilla, Black Currant
Pair With: Short Stories, Flipping Through Old Photo Albums, Jim Jarmusch's Coffee and Cigarettes
This is a candle I have to smell every time I walk past it. It truly does remind you of a dreamy Sunday morning with people you love. I would die happy if this was the only thing I could ever smell.