A friend gave me a half used scented candle because she was getting rid of it. It served me well the time I discovered a rotten potato* in the kitchen (who knew a potato could smell that bad?). I burned the candle to mask the rotten potato corpse stench, so it did serve it’s purpose at the time. Now the wick is almost buried in wax and the few times I have tried to light it, I burn my fingers. Time for it to go.
*For the record, I am well aware that if I was a minimalist I would probably never have to worry about rotten potatoes. A minimalist wouldn’t have an overabundance of potatoes forgotten and rotting in the bottom of her overstuffed shelf in the kitchen. A minimalist would probably have a single potato sitting primly on the counter waiting to be prepared for the evening’s simple supper.