I spent the bulk of my childhood in Northern California, surrounded by a (devastatingly) beautiful eucalyptus-scented landscape, more than a few hippies, and weather so good that thinking about it in August has made me cry more than once.

Suffice to say, it was a magical place. And all it takes is one whiff of eucalyptus, and, all Pavlovian like, I’m back there, eating an avocado, alfalfa sprout, and Monterrey jack cheese sandwich on some very serious wheat bread.

Earlier this year, my husband and I stole away for a weekend to my beloved NorCal and, prompted by my desperate need to bring some of the magic home, I begged my him to pull over on 101 and break off a bit of a low-hanging eucalyptus branch so I could jam it into my suitcase. Never mind that we were perilously close to the edge of a cliff and, you know… breaking the law. I had to have that damn branch. It was a bad scene.

But had I sniffed LAFCO’s* Rosemary Eucalyptus candle prior to said trip, the entire shameful event could have been avoided just like that.

It’s good this candle. It smells just like home.

I want to buy it in bulk.

Oh and once the candle is all burned up, you can use the pretty green vessel to hold your pencils and whatnot, so there’s that too.

*Raya has the scoop on more LAFCO goodness.