Addiction

I love candles.  Scented candles, especially.  I probably could have a much stronger 401(k) if I didn't have the endless desire to have my living room smell fantastic and be prettily lit.

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I particularly love candles scented like any sort of water, and more than all the else, I like honeysuckle.  (Thank you, niece, for my new honeysuckle-scented candle!)

There's one, though, that's the bain of my existence.  When I smelled it before purchase, it was fantastic.  It was other-wordly, clean, amazing...and then I lit it.  It's such a pungent odor.  It's not entirely bad, just very overwhelming.  So because I can't throw anything away that still serves a useful purpose, I've been burning it nightly to get rid of it. 

The problem is, I can't get rid of it!  Each night, when the wax is liquid, I think it's finally done, and I can throw it out.  Each morning when I get up, it's hardened into a form that insists that I burn it again.  Argh!  Will I sneeze from lotus blossoms forever?