Saturday morning at home. Green Mountain Coffee, cider cured bacon and a couple candles burning. A cat sleeping by a fire place would be nice, but alas, I’m still in a one bedroom apartment.
It’s gray and rainy this morning, the first real autmnal day of the year. College football is in full swing and the Yankees are playing the Red Sox tonight. The maple trees are quickly turning bright yellows and oranges and occasionally I breath in little whisps of that “fall” smell.
What’s that smell made of? My friend Becca would say ‘rotting leaves,’ and that works for her, but I’ve always found that a bit…gross. Instead I imagine that the leaves scent the air as they float down from the branches. Ahh, that’s cleaner.
Last year I bought a Yankee Candle called “Autumn Leaves.” I was ALL excited. It was even a burnt orange color — very autumn. Now, I must have smelled this thing before paying for it, but OH MAN, when I got home and lit it I was in for a rude awakening.
Nasal assault!
It took the candle about 10 minutes to destroy any scent of normalcy in my home. It wasn’t a mellowed, well rounded scent, but rather a bitter & pungent slap to the nostrils. Sleeping next to a bathtub full of Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds perfume would’ve been less insidious. The candle most certainly didn’t smell like “autumn leaves.” If I could rename it –and if anyone at Yankee Candle is listening, please write this down — I would name it “Mistake #87,324.”
The ghastly candle is still living in my apartment. It’s on a little shelf over the stove. I still like the burnt orange color. It’s permenantly capped..a candle dunce cap…and sitting in the corner until it decides to play nice with the rest of my other candles.
Back to Saturday morning at home. I want for nothing. If I lived a more extravagent life in a larger home with more material things, maybe I would realize what I’m missing here. But contentment is found in the unawareness of better things, and I’m content with this coffee, bacon and candles. As long as Mistake #87,324 stays over by the stove, we’re all going to be okay.
A little less about me 
Hi Kari! I just saw a Yankee Candle ad today for two new fall scents- “Frosted Pumpkin” and “Autumn Woods”. Perhaps with this one they’ve been able to capture some of the autumn smell and it won’t have to be renamed “Mistake #87,325”!!
Any talk of a Fallafalooza?
I almost spit water out of my mouth when I read the part about White Diamonds… gotta love smells you could eat for a snack.
~Jodes
Kari: I can sympathize with your “nasal assault” from scented candles, as my sister has acquired some lulus. I can’t understand why anyone would want to overwhelm his or her olfactory nerves in this way?????
I don’t think that they could ever possibly capture “that unique smell” in a Yankee Candle. With a Ronster in the house, I’ve totally given up on smelly candles. Don’t ever give me one, even if it has a very ummy, descriptive name!
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