prejudice

I don't ordinarily like scented candles - too perfume-y - too sweet - too fake.  Then I was given a candle for my birthday this past summer.  When lit, the smell is of beeswax, tea, and mild spices in the distance - as if you are approaching a market or bazaar, but not yet in the middle of things. I like both the candle itself, and the way my mind had to change when I found myself liking it.

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