Lemon Drop Sunset

Three legendary clubs that thrived in the 1980s, brought together in this candle trio to transport you back to their decade.

C’est vous, it’s you, pressed between bodies, a taste of Monte Carlo on a hot night in June, sapphire droplets, espresso black chocolate, sweat and suede fringe, amber eye trances, quick stolen glances, skin flush from a crush and marked with a bite.

Whipped cream foam, a suede jacket, the scent of cedar, blood orange, the lyrics burn-baby-burn as your heart floats in a fluffy vanilla sky, the night you fall in love in the Meatpacking District.

Flying sparks of bright white stars, amber lasers, a glitter-eyed crush, violet orbs, plumes of jasmine, pink blush, the twirling petals of ylang-ylang, yuzu cake on the dance floor, all the shining colours spinning from a gigantic mirror ball in the sky.

Mouthfuls of purple rain, a taste of blackcurrant and honey, a blooming orange blossom, rapture in an 8-track, that sacred second between songs, violet and amber lights, a cyclone on the dance floor.

One euphoric moment, a blazing streak of grapefruit pink, a brazen saffron sky, sun-drenched cheeks, a salty breeze, an electric aurora borealis, a dream you won’t remember, an eternal sunrise in Ibiza, the bliss of amnesia.

Linen and skin, soft sage crowns, Aphrodite rising from her pearly shell, poetry whispered in the wind, a tryst on the shores of the Aegean Sea, moss-covered rocks under cerulean sky, barefoot on the terrace, moving to the rhythm of the riptides.

A violet half-moon, cliffs that glow in the night, twirling vines of jasmine, whirlpools of aquamarine, swirling auroras and stalactite, sandalwood cream, cypress trees, a ritual of mystic devotion, a love set in motion in blue velvet waters.

C’est vous, it’s you, pressed between bodies, a taste of Monte Carlo on a hot night in June, sapphire droplets, espresso black chocolate, sweat and suede fringe, amber eye trances, quick stolen glances, skin flush from a crush and marked with a bite.