Natalie Kate Meehan finds a new way to satisfy a home scent addiction
 

Over Christmas, I spent an evening in front of the telly necking Baileys, eating Pringles, and circulating pissed-up Twitter polls asking whether it was acceptable for me to spend nigh-on three hundred quid on a scented candle.
What this should tell you about me is that not only do I know my way around a tube of Sour Cream and Chives, but I have a massive thing for anything scented that?s going to make my house smell like I have so much money that all our towels are from The White Company. I also enjoy the cosy hygge-ness of candles. Ain?t nobody want that harsh overhead lighting in the evening – thus my rationale that a massive candle with four wicks was in fact also necessary as a lighting choice. Thing is, we?d just decided to book the venue for our wedding next spring, so the fact I was willing to drop so much cash on a candle was actually really irresponsible etc, etc, and I don?t know why I?m explaining myself to you LOOK I DIDN?T BUY IT, OK"
Anyway, from this you can gather that I love a scented candle, and it?s becoming an expensive habit.
At any one time I?ve probably got a couple of Diptyques and Jo Malones on the go, supplemented by cheaper picks I?ve vetted from elsewhere (Next ones are really good – they burn cleanly and kick out a decent amount of fragrance. Would recommend).
So imagine how piqued my interest was when a mate with the best taste ever – think tot...