Wick Trimmer - for candles
A wick trimmer to help keep your candle burning healthily.
Country / Language: St. Martin, English
A wick trimmer to help keep your candle burning healthily.
Fig trees in the hot Mediterranean sun.
A coming together of berries and flowers.
Vivid and bittersweet. A rediscovered garden treasure.
A summer breeze carrying the sweet scent of lemongrass.
Roses bursting with flowers in May.
A limited edition set of five new Diptyque candles to discover.
The intense aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.
The golden warmth of amber, steeped in ancient mystery.
The olfactory memory of the first Diptyque boutique.
A potent revelation of the vanilla pod's dark, smoky depths.
A walk under the fig trees, along the Mediterranean.
An aromatic leaf, fresh and elusive.
An ode to springtime's most iconic flower.
An ode to lily of the valley, fresh and delicate.
Lavender fields, as far as the eye can see.
A vivid encounter between blackcurrant and rose.
The warm, sunlit scent of a Mediterranean fig tree.
Sandalwood from Asia. Creamy, woody, contemplative.
The scent of a high-summer afternoon, captured in wax.
A sensuous swirl of honey, tobacco and spices.
A lively Mexican tree in full bloom.
A linden tree at the start of summer.
A heady floral from the fields of Southern India.
Freshly roasted black sesame seeds.
The essence of cinnamon bark, freshly torn from the tree.
In the south of India, endless fields of tuberose.
A gently soothing herbal scent ceremony.
A few amber beads in an antique treasure box.
Precious violets, freshly gathered in the morning light.
Blown glass and porcelain. The iconic candle holder, reinvented.
Benzoin’s resinous warmth, caramelized and enveloping.
A massive bouquet of fresh-cut lillies.
A lively expression of tangy, Japanese yuzu
The sweetnes of citrus marmalade in the afternoon air
An ancient resin, warm and balsamic, like sacred smoke.
Green geranium leaves brightened by a hint of rose.
Into the heart of an aromatic forest.
An herbaceous freshness imbues the air.
The scent of childhood memories of golden quince jelly.
Wood igniting. Fire crackling in the hearth.
Fresh-cut patchouli leaves drying out in the sun.
Dark leather, a companion for journeys through space and time.
The dense, comforting fragrance of a mighty oak tree.
The quiet scent of temple air.
A well-traveled take on the olfactory pleasure of tea.
Soft musk, tender and sensual, like skin against fabric.
A scented candle capturing all the fragrance of the forest.