Light the wick and the room fills with saffron and rose, like a bazaar at dusk where someone just whispered your name. Bergamot opens the door, then clove, nutmeg and warm leather settle onto the sofa beside you without asking.

What lingers is patchouli, oakmoss, creamy sandalwood and vanilla, a heavy velvet trail that stays in the cushions until morning. This is the candle for a long evening for two, with red wine, dimmed lights and phones turned face down.