Laurel Canyon Candle

Smells like an afternoon spent in sun-dappled Laurel Canyon, like wildflowers blooming in the meadows like poetry made visible. You lie back on a blanket in the tall grass, strawberry juice on your lips, ideas spilling across a notebook. Somewhere in the distance, a record spins—Joni, maybe Jim—singing of love and freedom as the gulls join in with their song.

notes of daisy, wild strawberry, and agave.