Heat

It’s past 11 o’clock, you’ve been drinking wine straight from the bottle, and you decide to send the infamous “You up?” text. Yeah, you’re up, spilling your wine and feeling twirly. Wanting to set the mood, you look around for a candle, if you really want to do it right, it should be this one. With notes of amber and foreplay… I mean amber and driftwood, “Heat” reminds you of the best goddamn night of your life, but you don’t have to sneak out the next morning.

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