So I've finally done it.  Since Christmas morning, I've continually walked past it, picked it up, inhaled its gorgeous scent and thought one thing.  Soon.  Today was the day.  I finally lit my extortionately priced Diptyque Feu de Bois candle.  The one that is meant to smell of a burning log fire.  The brand that anyone worth their achingly middle class salt has dotted around their abode because they are the only candles that actually still smell when they burn.  I waited for the aroma to fill the house.  I waited to figure out if the hype was true.  It did smell.  Of...............well, candle.  The husband walked in and said it definately smelt smoky but think he was trying to justify the £30 price tag he paid.  You'd never think I once worked in advertising.  I am so their wet dream.