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The world has got a bit smelly candle weary. I'm not sure when it happened but where once there was a thrill, now there is merely ennui. Where once a candle was a brilliant present, now it feels like an unimaginative choice. I blame those clear glass votives. They all feel a bit formulaic unless they are extravagantly oversized like a Jo Malone luxury candle or elegantly matt and opaque like Diptyque's new 34 Boulevard Saint Germain.

But Miller Harris has launched a limited-edition candle that really tickles. It looks like a church candle: a reassuring, almost medieval, solid pillar of wax sits there unclothed. This is clearly not for the chi-chi minded or the precious. What's more, it's a very chic grey with only an austere black cameo seal stamped on for adornment, which makes it seem very ancient and very modern at the same time.

The smell, contrastingly, is rather wild and layered. Bois Sauvage they have called it and savage it feels. It's a candle to get drunk to. A flame to have an affair to. A candle to unleash hell. Or heaven. Hurrah. It takes you far from the familiar, far from London towards the heat and wildness of Mediterranean scrubland, throwing out smoky, dry fragrances that make me want to misbehave. Light it in your bedroom and imagine you are sleeping under the stars. When a train rumbles by, imagine it's a bear. When the sirens howl, imagine they are wolves. Grrrrr
Miller Harris Pillar candle in Bois Sauvage, £55 (millerharris.com)