Wick Trimmer - for candles
A wick trimmer to help keep your candle burning healthily.
Country / Language: Spain, English
A wick trimmer to help keep your candle burning healthily.
Fig trees in the hot Mediterranean sun.
A coming together of berries and flowers.
A summer breeze carrying the sweet scent of lemongrass.
Vivid and bittersweet. A rediscovered garden treasure.
The intense aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.
Roses bursting with flowers in May.
A limited edition set of five new Diptyque candles to discover.
An aromatic leaf, fresh and elusive.
A walk under the fig trees, along the Mediterranean.
An ode to lily of the valley, fresh and delicate.
The golden warmth of amber, steeped in ancient mystery.
A potent revelation of the vanilla pod's dark, smoky depths.
An ode to springtime's most iconic flower.
The olfactory memory of the first Diptyque boutique.
Lavender fields, as far as the eye can see.
A heady floral from the fields of Southern India.
Freshly roasted black sesame seeds.
A vivid encounter between blackcurrant and rose.
Sandalwood from Asia. Creamy, woody, contemplative.
A sensuous swirl of honey, tobacco and spices.
A few amber beads in an antique treasure box.
The warm, sunlit scent of a Mediterranean fig tree.
The scent of a high-summer afternoon, captured in wax.
In the south of India, endless fields of tuberose.
A linden tree at the start of summer.
A gently soothing herbal scent ceremony.
The sweetnes of citrus marmalade in the afternoon air
A lively Mexican tree in full bloom.
Wood igniting. Fire crackling in the hearth.
Benzoin’s resinous warmth, caramelized and enveloping.
Precious violets, freshly gathered in the morning light.
Fresh-cut patchouli leaves drying out in the sun.
Blown glass and porcelain. The iconic candle holder, reinvented.
The scent of childhood memories of golden quince jelly.
Dark leather, a companion for journeys through space and time.
A lively expression of tangy, Japanese yuzu
Into the heart of an aromatic forest.
The essence of cinnamon bark, freshly torn from the tree.
A massive bouquet of fresh-cut lillies.
The quiet scent of temple air.
A well-traveled take on the olfactory pleasure of tea.
An ancient resin, warm and balsamic, like sacred smoke.
Soft musk, tender and sensual, like skin against fabric.
Powdery iris, elegant as perfumed leather gloves.
Green geranium leaves brightened by a hint of rose.
An herbaceous freshness imbues the air.
A faithful reproduction of juniper berries.