It always happens. I go into Anthropologie to scour the sale rack and I come out with jewelry and candles. It is a problem and I admit I have it bad. I am in love with Voluspa candles. Everything about them screams to be taken home and brighten my surrounds. Mokara had to be purchased and sit on my desk as I work, think, and help with the creative process. Literally.Had.To.Be.Purchased.
This candle smells like spring. It puts a smile on my face that shortly the flowers will bursting from the ground and winter will go away and spring-like weather is not far away. I’m tired of wearing a puffy coat.