The first breath is red apple, crisp and cool, like one bitten on the go at a Saturday market in May. Then peony opens petal by petal, filling the room with something pink, fresh and a little shy, like a flirtation that has only just begun.

Amber and musk bring that feeling of suede stroked with an open palm, soft and warm. This is the candle for a weekend morning with flowers on the table, for getting ready before a date, or for brunch with the girls.