indulge: double wick candle
indulge
in·dulge /in-ˈdəlj/
verb
1. To allow oneself the pleasure of something deeply satisfying.
2. To yield to temptation; to savor without restraint.
Scent Profile:
Zested Lemon, Melted Butter, Pound Cake
Description:
If indulgence had a scent, this would be it. Indulge is a slice of warm lemon pound cake fresh from the oven—bright citrus zest folded into rich, buttery batter and drizzled with creamy vanilla glaze. It’s sweet, soft, and undeniably comforting, like a moment stolen just for you. Every note wraps your senses in decadence, taking you on a delicious journey from tart to tender.
For those who crave the sweeter side of life, this scent doesn’t whisper—it melts.
indulge
in·dulge /in-ˈdəlj/
verb
1. To allow oneself the pleasure of something deeply satisfying.
2. To yield to temptation; to savor without restraint.
Scent Profile:
Zested Lemon, Melted Butter, Pound Cake
Description:
If indulgence had a scent, this would be it. Indulge is a slice of warm lemon pound cake fresh from the oven—bright citrus zest folded into rich, buttery batter and drizzled with creamy vanilla glaze. It’s sweet, soft, and undeniably comforting, like a moment stolen just for you. Every note wraps your senses in decadence, taking you on a delicious journey from tart to tender.
For those who crave the sweeter side of life, this scent doesn’t whisper—it melts.
indulge
in·dulge /in-ˈdəlj/
verb
1. To allow oneself the pleasure of something deeply satisfying.
2. To yield to temptation; to savor without restraint.
Scent Profile:
Zested Lemon, Melted Butter, Pound Cake
Description:
If indulgence had a scent, this would be it. Indulge is a slice of warm lemon pound cake fresh from the oven—bright citrus zest folded into rich, buttery batter and drizzled with creamy vanilla glaze. It’s sweet, soft, and undeniably comforting, like a moment stolen just for you. Every note wraps your senses in decadence, taking you on a delicious journey from tart to tender.
For those who crave the sweeter side of life, this scent doesn’t whisper—it melts.
