The first couple years we lived in our beloved home if the wind swept by at just the right angle, especially when it rained… and even with the damper shut… our house would smell of stale fire smell…
From this thing:
I was too scared to use it for the longest time, and finally we called on a Chimney Sweep, while he was a dink and managed to fix the “flue tiles” while also damaging our chairs out front…. for which he stated he would pay us to replace and NEVER did… The fire fragrance has gone away. So I guess he knew his chimneys. 🙂
Fast forward to this past month. Before I left The Bank, I wanted to get a girl I used to work with in another department to make some candles for us. She charges a measly $15 for this hand hewn (by her hubs) bowl filled with the fragrance of your preference and a woodwick. Win, Win, Win!!! They are gorrrrrrrrgeous.
Here’s the funny part… Hubs was super duper intrigued by this “firewood” fragrance…. so I decided to get that one.
THE SMELL OF OUR FIREPLACE WE PAID TO GET FIXED!!!