Being stuck inside tends to ... yanno... stink up a place, especially if you are sharing your space with animals/kids/significant others/friends/family. If you're like us that means more than one candle burning pretty much constantly. Also if you're like us, you've had the misfortune of burning candles that don't mix....

Growing up, my parents always seemed to get the spring clean itch right around mid-March. My spring-early fall Saturdays would start with my dad blasting Van Halen on Surround Sound while he mopped the kitchen floor, and I regularly took all afternoon to clean my room, distracted by books and napping in sun-soaked beams on my carpet. After these days of cleaning, I would often come downstairs to my family in the backyard, the door wide open, and a lemon-scented candle burning in the kitchen.