My house reeks. You know those commercials where guests come over to the seemingly attractive couple’s house and pass out as soon as they walk in the house? Sadly, that commercial could have been filmed at my house. It’s so out of control that we have nick-named our housekeeper Febreeziola (her real name is Fabiola). What is the source of the perpetual ambient assault, you may wonder? It is none other than my beloved Basset Hound mix, Maybelline (my petit homage to the South). When the kids and I brought home our adorable hound puppy from the local ASPCA, I had no idea that the fragrance of funk would come as a package deal.
Despite Febreeziola’s hourly ride on the, “F Train”, nothing helped. I began to think back to all the sweet smelling homes I had been to in my lifetime which, despite having their share of furry friends, did not seem to share my problem. So, I started to make some calls. Names like Diptyque (Baies and Tuberose – amazing, but, the whole line pretty much rocks), Nest (their Holiday Candle is beyooond, no matter what time of the year) and the perennial favorite (and more reasonably priced) Red Current, by Votivo were all thrown out as cult faves for there fur friendly homes.
Another candle I have to mention is Frasir Fir, by Thymes. If you want your guests to swear you just went out back and cut down the whole forest – or even just to rev up that holiday spirit – this candle is a must.
So here it is…as long as I have one of these suckers burning, I can confidently invite my most (actually, least) stuffy friend over without a quiver.
Big sloppy hound kiss!