A trio of candles (in two sizes) by Maison Francis Kurkdjian for The Standard. Los Angeles ("evoking a languid hike to the Hollywood sign"), New York ("evoking freshly cut wild grasses and a late night walk through the High Line park") and Miami ("evoking colorful and fruity roses, and the lush life in a tropical city") are 35g / 10 hour burn time each, $35 for the set at The Standard. Or, the full size, 190g / 40 hour burn time, $65 each.
Someone (PR person, not you, Robin) has learned a new vocabulary word.
Try to use it in every sentence today.
Love this new feature.
My wallet lets out a sigh of relief when I’m not tempted.
Hopefully brands will go on making it difficult for you to buy their products, evoking relief in your wallet whether you are tempted or not.
Is it me or do those candle holders remind you of the “state glasses” you used to be able to get in gas stations/rest stops around the country? When I was a kid waaaay back in the 70’s, we always went on family road trips and had a bunch of these drinking glasses to commemorate our travels.
I’m sure the scent of the candles themselves don’t “evoke” any of this nostalgia…????
That’s a whole lotta evoking. Nevertheless, if a box of these landed on my doorstep, I’d be very pleased.
Lol.Luckily I have never experienced any of those 3 adventures,so not tempted.And the Maison FK brand has never really appealed to me,strange but true.Now if someone makes a candle evoking my Grandma baking clove-rich “soetkoekies”(basically shortbread,just wayyyyyy better.With cloves),I’m in.
At this point the High Line evokes nothing for me but hordes of tourists. #crankynewyorker
I enjoyed the shade and the iced fruit bar and coffee and nibbles stations more so than the feelings nature in an urban setting evoked on the one hot summer day two years ago that I walked the High Line from the Whitney to wherever in the 40s it ended. I kept thinking to myself that even if I had the millions (I don’t) to buy a cool apartment there, would I really want to be looking out to tourists looking in on me? Hell no!