First comes raspberry, sweet and a little sharp, like a smile that promises nothing good. Then cedar and patchouli dim the lights, and the room starts to smell like an evening that ran late without asking permission.

Once the wax has fully melted, musk, dry amber and a balsamic touch linger on skin and pillows long after the flame is out. It is for the dates where you say you will only stay for one drink, and you both know it is a lovely lie.