Cranberry candles.
There's something about a cranberry candle that not only tells me it's winter, but that it's warm and cozy inside (where the candles are). They don't necessarily remind me of any particular memory, and I'm not really a huge cranberry lover.
But the smell is sweet, light and yet, at the same time full. And the light is bright and dancing, so soft and inviting, in a time of year that is filled with fabulous lights, lights that bring out the hope during the darkest time. The gradient of the red candles echoes the depth and strength of the human spirit.
What better to remember that than the darkest days of the year?
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