I’ve never been a super fan of scented stuff like a lot of other girls. I went through an incense and petrouli oil phase back in high school, when Phish was really popular, but other than that, scented candles, fragrances and room sprays have a tendency to make me sneeze or nauseous. That was, until, I discovered the lovely scents of Pier 1.

The last office I worked in had candles everywhere. There were tons of people coming in and out constantly (it was a sound production studio where actors would “lay down” voice overs and audition for commercials). I’m not exaggerating when I say this - every single female, (and the occasional male more in touch with his feminine side) would comment on how awesome the candles smelled. Each person would walk over to the candle, bend down to the flame, gush over it as if they had never even seen a candle before, and ask where this waxy anomaly came from. These things are chick magnets. Read More »