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This summer, I took a trip to Italy.
Photo: Millennium Images
But the one arena where I get no complaints?
Because now, deep into my tragic, study-abroad-like obsession, I am obsessed with church smells.
Churches, cathedrals, chapels, and basilicas are all standard stops for any tourist visiting Europe.
My apartmentformerly a godless zone for only the profane, not the sacrednow feels holy.
The fruit of the bees labor is, of course, very expensive.
So it tracks that their namesake pricey candle is inspired by mossy, cold stone walls.
The stone wall is so real it feels like you could stick your forehead to it.
(Incidentally, this is how I hope to describe my upcoming weekend.)
