Beignet Candle

Smells like morning sun spilling through lace-curtained windows as the city hums to life; like sitting at a tiny bistro table in the French Quarter, coffee in hand, a still-warm beignet dusting your fingertips in sugar. A crossword lies open beside you, half-solved. Jazz floats in from down the street, and for a moment, time bows to the indulgence of all five senses.

notes of fluffy pastry, powdered sugar, new orleans bakeries