So when candles became the rage, I never succumbed to the temptation to buy and light them. All my friends did, but the idea of touching match to wick was just more than I could bring myself to do.
Okay, I exaggerate. Before I learned to say NO SMOKING IN MY HOUSE, I'd burn a votive candle when my friend Judy came over. When I visited my brother, I used to take a candle with me because it seemed to dissipate the smoke somehow. (Either that or it was wishful thinking.)

I thought about it for a long time before I broke down and bought myself a candle warmer and yes, a jar candle of lemon icebox cookies. At first, I timidly warmed the candle in the kitchen, fearing the cats would knock it over. But after a couple of weeks and they didn't go near it, I worked up the courage to bring it into my office, where it's sitting even as I type this.
Oh, the heavenly aroma of lemon icebox cookies is enough to make me get out a spoon and gouge out a piece of wax...it just smells sooooo good. I've also got a butterscotch toffee candle that someone gave me as a gift that smells just like butterscotch pudding. Yum.
Supposedly burning (or melting) aromatic candles should heighten the senses and cause your creativity to flow. I don't yet have enough experience to know if that's true. But if it is...I've got a world of dessert-flavored candles in my future.

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