"In the summer of 1999, when I was 13, my mother had a perfume in a green glass bottle that reminded me of the antique tonics I'd seen in movies—like absinthe. I would secretly steal a splash of it every day, to breathe in the energizing ginger, apricot, green cardamom, and white tea crispness that made me feel so grown up even as I spent my afternoons roller skating down Central Avenue in downtown Laurel. Though the perfume was discontinued years ago, I found an unopened bottle in an online auction and we duplicated the fragrance for this candle so I can light it and feel 13 again, whenever I want." - Erin
