The Island

There is a moment in Palm Beach — usually late afternoon, when the light goes gold and the breeze comes in off the water — when the whole island seems to bloom at once.

That's this candle.

Red currant and kumquat open bright and a little wild, the way fruit smells when it's actually ripe. Then fir and tea settle in underneath — complex, grounding, quietly sophisticated. It's a scent that doesn't announce itself. It simply fills the room and makes you glad it did.