His fingers lifted lids and sniffed.
Apple butter, or tobacco? Sweet or sour?
Then he read, “Herbal green tobacco with hints of
fresh cut oak”
“Yes!” she said too loud, then blushed
at the erect wooden wick.
She opened the candle a second time and
touched her tongue to the wood as if remembering.
The bitter oils that carried the scent must have reminded her of his taste.
She lit the wick and turned to him, "I'll take this one."
He smiled as she leaned in close to feel its warmth on her nose.