Step aside, Edward—Jacob’s taking over. I’m your boyfriend now, Bella blends the rugged allure of woodsy musk with just a hint of nightmare-fueled chaos. It’s like a run through the forest with your favorite werewolf, minus the shredded clothes and questionable temper.
Light it up, and let the scent transport you to La Push, where the waves crash, the bonfires blaze, and Jacob’s pulling out all the stops to prove he’s the better choice (subtlety not included). Warning: this candle may spark spontaneous howling at the moon or dreams of wolfpack-level loyalty.
