The first flame pulls a ripe pear out of the wax, splashed with bergamot and lemon, the kind of freshness that makes you open a window just to close it again. Then freesia, magnolia and lily of the valley fill the room like flowers sent for no reason at all.

This is your Sunday morning candle, made for clean sheets and coffee in bed. A base of musk, amber and patchouli lingers on the pillows long after you blow out the wick, like a promise to come back tonight.