1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="74G8nULEgw"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/slow-burn-candle-review/">Slow Burn</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/slow-burn-candle-review/embed/#?secret=74G8nULEgw" width="600" height="338" title="“Slow Burn” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="74G8nULEgw" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> It finally feels like fall here in L.A.: it’s crisp, cool, and just cold enough for chunky knitwear. Hot tea is no longer a cute habit, but an essential for surviving dips below 60°F. House slippers, too, are important for well-being; cold feet are either a symptom of blocked qi, cause impaired flow, or something to that effect. (I’m Frankensteining things I’ve heard my mother and grandmother say over the years. The actual statement escapes me, but the general sentiment remains.) And if you’ve seen me in something other than a sweatsuit during this thermic transition, know that it was out of obligation and not of my own volition. All I crave are cozy comforts: matching sets (better when softened with wear and wash; Small Press merch and Heavy Manners are on, well, heavy rotation), my dad’s cooking (or ramen, which is the next best thing since I’m lazy and 3,000 miles away), and coffee (it must be instant: I want hot and caffeinated, fast, which means the French press has officially been relegated to storage). Candles (smoky, earthy, rich—with a hint of sweetness) are non-negotiable as well and perhaps the pièce de résistance of this self-devised formulation. Ahead are…http://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/1-gemma-chan-british-vogue-heretic-candle-boy-smells-slow-burn.jpg