a fresh, brand new candle is the best thing ever. it smells delightful. the first time it's burning is like heaven on earth, if heaven is real, that is. lighting that wick is the thrill of the moment. watching the fire dance is enticing as you sit and run your hand through it. after a few weeks the candle starts to die down. the smell fades and blends in with the room. you hardly even notice it's there now. the wick is burning low. only time will tell how long it is before the candle is burnt out. give it another day. one more glimmer of hope. in the late morning it simmers down to nothing and that dancing fire has disappeared. all that's left is the smoke. that smell, the smell of death by candle, is amazing. it's so beautiful yet daring. this is the best part. soon that smokey atmosphere is fading away just like that first scent of the candle. and it's long forgotten about. all that remains is the not-so-thrilling wick, black and lifeless.