Within the last year or so, the existence of a small, centuries-old candle-making shop in Paris was brought to my attention. It is within this petit shop that lies my heart’s weekly desire (besides world peace, an end to hunger & homelessness, you get it)….. a candle. That’s it. One candle. Cire Trudon has been making candles in Paris since 1643. Yes, you read that right. Sixteen forty-three. A quick peek at the history tab on their website will reveal their relationship with French royalty, Napoleon, and, finally, the world. I mean, people, Cire Trudon supplied candles to Marie Antoinette. Come on! I gotsta have one. (Yes, I know. Gotsta is not a word. It just works.)
And, just look at their shop! Holy gorgeousness!
Oh, and Glenn, um… If you’re reading this and thinking “Aha! Christmas idea!”, I couldn’t agree more. There’s just one, teensy-weensy little thing…. I need to smell them all to see which one I want. In their main store. In Paris….