Not your grandma's rose. The Damask Rose in our new EUPHORIA candle blossoms with teeth. Wild, climbing things that brim with blush and sensual swoon, voyaging up over the lattice to peek in stained-glass windows. This is the rose of first loves, of lost lockets, of antique Italian villas. Its fragrance is something we have a hard time describing, something like raw and cold at the same time. It’s the best candle we have ever made. X Richard