You buy this gorgeous candle as one half of a set—one is "masculine," the other is "feminine"—sort of an arty-candle version of the yin/yang bumper sticker eternally affixed to the car of the progressive American suburbanite like—well—white on rice.

The "masculine" is not all tobacco-leather—mosquito spray, the reflexive eau de "male" so many fragrance companies gravitate toward. It is prettier. Which in my opinion is more masculine: It smells pretty and it's got pink designs all over it, so the burner of said candle would have to be fairly secure in his manliness to get up the nerve. (It's called Eros to sex it up a little bit.)

Rose, the girl one, is delicately stunning in the vein of the beloved Diptyque scent Baies. Yin/yangishly, you cannot have one without the other—they only come together.