Wick Trimmer - for candles
A wick trimmer to help keep your candle burning healthily.
Country / Language: French Guiana, English
A wick trimmer to help keep your candle burning healthily.
The poetry of roses, an offering of love for Valentine's Day.
Fig trees in the hot Mediterranean sun.
A coming together of berries and flowers.
Roses bursting with flowers in May.
A limited edition set of five new Diptyque candles to discover.
Five miniature candles. Five scents to fall (back) in love with.
The intense aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.
The golden warmth of amber, steeped in ancient mystery.
Vivid and bittersweet. A rediscovered garden treasure.
An aromatic leaf, fresh and elusive.
The olfactory memory of the first Diptyque boutique.
An ode to lily of the valley, fresh and delicate.
A vivid encounter between blackcurrant and rose.
A walk under the fig trees, along the Mediterranean.
A potent revelation of the vanilla pod's dark, smoky depths.
A summer breeze carrying the sweet scent of lemongrass.
Freshly roasted black sesame seeds.
In the south of India, endless fields of tuberose.
Lavender fields, as far as the eye can see.
A heady floral from the fields of Southern India.
Sandalwood from Asia. Creamy, woody, contemplative.
An ode to springtime's most iconic flower.
The warm, sunlit scent of a Mediterranean fig tree.
Blown glass and porcelain. The iconic candle holder, reinvented.
A few amber beads in an antique treasure box.
A sensuous swirl of honey, tobacco and spices.
A massive bouquet of fresh-cut lillies.
Precious violets, freshly gathered in the morning light.
Green geranium leaves brightened by a hint of rose.
Into the heart of an aromatic forest.
A lively Mexican tree in full bloom.
The essence of cinnamon bark, freshly torn from the tree.
A linden tree at the start of summer.
The scent of a high-summer afternoon, captured in wax.
A gently soothing herbal scent ceremony.
Fresh-cut patchouli leaves drying out in the sun.
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.
Wood igniting. Fire crackling in the hearth.
Benzoin’s resinous warmth, caramelized and enveloping.
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.
Powdery iris, elegant as perfumed leather gloves.
An herbaceous freshness imbues the air.