My boyfriend is a football-playing, beer-drinking, sports-watching kind of dude. A guy whose interests run towards the more stereotypically masculine end of the spectrum. A man's man, if you will. Yet when it comes to candles, all bets are off. If it were up to him the house would be ablaze in a million flickering, waxy flames. And he's not picky; Walgreens, the supermarket–he'll pick them up from anywhere. I on the other hand, am a bit of a candle snob. One or two is all well and good, but only if they're not filled with chemicals or smoke enough to set off the fire alarm. So I've been schooling him on the finer world of tapers and subtle scents. Beeswax? Yes. Piña colada flavor? No. Read more...