All right, Tumblr, I saw this post a few months ago and immediately realized IĀ hadĀ to smell this candle. Ā I have never in my life experienced such a burning need (pun intended) to smell what the Yankee Candle website described as a warm aroma of cedarwood and sage, but what Tumblr described as my new boyfriend.
The trouble is that nearest Yankee Candle Company store was a bit of a trek, and my schedule tended to prohibit this olfactory adventure.
So for the last few weeks, as Iād scroll my Tumblr dash and look at images of attractive manly men, Iād sigh and wistfully think, if only I could engage another sense with this image. If only I couldĀ I could truly fathom the ideal fragrance of this man.
I knew whatever was happening, IĀ neededĀ to get to a Yankee Candle Company. The scent of Mountain Lodge would transport me instantly to this scene. The aroma of this infamous candle could make me live out a self-insertion Avengers fanfic.
So I got in my car, made the drive, and located the Yankee Candle Company. Ā The store was crowded with holiday shoppers. My nose was immediately assaulted by hundreds of warring scents. Ā
I battled through the sea of humanity and the Angel Wings-Merry Marshmallow-Magical Frosted Forest assault, buoyed on by my need to understand what Steve Rogers ripping a log in half with his bare hands smelled like.
I waded toward the back of the store, only to discover the man candle section seems to have been discontinued. What was I going to steady myself on, once I found my scented gateway to hanging out with the Avengers on Hawkeyeās farm? I felt lost, adrift, unable to find my bearings amid Soft Blanket-Fluffy Towels-Home Sweet Home.
And thenā¦ rising from the āFreshā display, there it was.
It was the moment of truth. What would it be like to smell this infamous candle?
I opened the lid. I took a deep breath.
Ah yes. Ā This was it. Ā This gentle, pleasantly masculine fragrance, in fact, reduced me to what Iād probably do in the actual presence of Chris Evans:Ā giggle like an idiot.
The smell makes me smile, makes me laugh, makes me gently swoon: all reactions that, indeed, can be elicited by an ideal man.Ā I can barely handle the true power of Mountain Lodge.
Several months have passed since this discovery. I have regaled friends with the saga, and after hearing of it, they, too, felt the burning need to smell the candle. Ā One by one, we have all become Mountain Lodge converts. In times of need, this candle is our refuge. Our group has developed escapist superpowers, infused by the Yankee Candle Company.Ā
THE CANDLE, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND. Ā
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