Sportsmen, Guns and Money…and Votives

Behold the latest addition to the white-hot, uber-hip Downeast shopping scene. Who knew that outdoorsmen enjoyed swanking up their tents with the aroma of lavender and pumpkin spice? Or that they chased away that persistent campsite miasma of rancid Dinty Moore-induced gas, unwashed bodies and week-old Deet with the delicate fragrance of vanilla chai?


Or perhaps by “scented candle” they mean this?


Of course they do. What else makes sense?

About WSW

Writer, wife, mother. Toiler in the bottomless, black, soul-sucking coal mine of domestic life. Thank God for the portable bar.

Posted on September 11, 2013, in Commentary and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. I’m sure there’s nothing like sitting by the fire stroking your gun surrounded by the fragrance of a holiday scent

  2. You can’t beat New England this time of year. All of those out-of-staters driving up and down the back roads looking at leaves. They don’t stay around to rake the damn things up though. And the nuts looking to kill a deer or two.

  3. I dunno, Wendie. When I think of guns, fishing and bait, my thoughts automatically turn to scented candles. What else could rid the fishy smell of a day-old Rainbow Trout or a Bambi carcass better than a jug-sized candle that smells like Jack Daniels?

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