I am absolutely in love with Cire Trudon’s candles, with their unique scents full of characters and imagery. Each scent’s inpired by something, may it be a place, an era, a room, a person. A brief history of this company: Established in 1643 by Claude Trudon, Cire Trudon is the most famous wax producing factory in France. As the provider of Louis XIV’s French royal court, as well as the most glorious cathedrals and churches over France.
The Wax: Cire Trudon candles are 100% paraffin-free and devoid of any secondary minerals derived from petrochemicals. Using a secret palm oil, rice, soy and coprah with wicks of pure cotton, all Cire Trudon candles do not contain any of the substances listed by OSPAR (referred to by Greenpeace). 100% biodegradable. Burn time of up to 70 hours.
The Glass: Cire Trudon travelled to Vinci in Italy to have master craftsmen realise its hand-blown candle glass. Its deep colour and its smart irregular profile varies for each glass, no two glasses are identical.
The Label: Sporting embossed golden letters, the gold label adorning our candles is produced exclusively for Cire Trudon by the oldest champagne label maker in France.
My favorites are La Marquise, Trianon and Ernesto. Love to infuse my home with these lovely smells.
La Marquise
The cheerful and powdered air of a delicious boudoir; verbena and lemon stimulate the sensuality of the white flowers and the rose. This perfume at once, tender and clever, keeps up all the sharpness of Madame Pompadour’s conversations and the voluptuous charms of the Rocaille chic.
Trianon
The picking of hyacinths, roses, white flowers, wild herbs from the meadows and graminaceous plants, this bunch of flowers reminds us of an ideal nature, that of the Nouvelle Heloise and the country life dreams of Marie Antoinette. Vibrating with the memory of a summer evening and the warm scent of musk of torches, this candle is an homage to the Queen of taste who inspired so many candles to Maison de Cire Trudon.
Ernesto
In a hotel of Havana, sizzling under the stubborn sun of the Revolution, fierce overtones of leather and tobacco meddle with waxy silence of wood. Breaking out of the cool dimness, sly grimaces emerge, framed by the smoke of cigars and the barrels of guns.
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