And then, once it’s lit, there’s an added smoky earthiness that grounds the whole thing. Alongside that rich, familiar tanginess of currant, you get a bright, green note of stems and the blunted sweetness of a tomato that’s been sitting in the sunlight. A touchstone would be Diptyque’s Baies, but it’s not a total clone. Linnea’s Lights seems to follow ye olde definition, because their version of a tomato candle is decidedly fruity, not vegetable-y. Little, red, flower-sprouted, seed-bearing fruits. But as any smart-mouthed kid will tell you when presented with a plate of Greek salad, tomatoes are actually fruits.
Here are my favorites: The Fruity One: Linnea’s Lights Heirloom TomatoĪ fun fact: in 1893, the Supreme Court ruled that, because of their culinary application, tomatoes should be considered vegetables. Some of them are fruity, some of them are grassy… but they all smell like summer. So “tomato” on a candle label is more or less a secret signal that what’s inside smells really, really good. No two tomato candles smell alike-I don’t think fragrance makers can agree upon what, exactly, a tomato smells like. But I can’t do any of that this summer, so I’ve been burning tomato candles instead. I lift each to my nose before plopping it in my tote, a behavior I’ve stolen from seasoned-looking shoppers who seem to be culling something more from each sniff than a deliciously sweet tomato smell made stronger by sitting in the sun. The smallest, roundest tomatoes so perfect that you wonder whether you’re supposed to pop them into your mouth like boba or wear them like pearls. Tomatoes connected in a chain still perfectly attached to the vine. Taut-skinned cherry tomatoes streaked with red, green, and yellow in a big bin like candy to pick through.
Powdery-skinned heirloom tomatoes the size of a softball with wrinkles like a bulldog.
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It’s a purely aesthetic appeal-I let my eyes guide what I buy, and I often end up leaving with things I don’t know how to cook. Wet hair on my shoulders and empty tote bag in hand, I’ll walk for 40 minutes just to see the tables piled high with vibrantly hued in-season vegetables. My favorite summer activity is waking up early on a Saturday morning, taking a shower, slipping on a dress that doesn’t touch any part of my body, and walking to the farmer’s market.
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