Milk & Manolos

I had hoped that someone, well the Husband, would lavish upon me the most extravagant and stylish of gifts this Christmas. A Diptyque candle, or three.  Sadly, for the first year in a decade I’m going to have to buy my own.

Gone are the days when, in my previous life as a Lovie, that I’d be showered with all manner of scented matter - a favourite of Thesps being the stylish, yet understated perfumer Diptyque. And let me tell you, it’s an incredibly hard habit to break.

These really are the mother of scented candles. For a start, they actually work. Pre-Munchkin my Christmas stash would have been used to keep the house smelling smoke free, now they simply hide the smell of poo and chocolate. That, I do not mind. Their sheer tenancy on the mantle piece makes me feel like those heady days aren’t quite so far away.  

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