Straight up: I’d light a citronella candle in my bedroom, if it wasn’t for, you know, the warning label on the side clearly explaining why I shouldn’t light a citronella candle in my bedroom. That lemon-y scent takes me back to those times growing up in Massachusetts in late June when I’d get my ass chewed up by our state bird, the mosquito.
But smelling good is about all those so-called bug-repellants are actually good for, because, per Ian Lecklitner’s analysis of the ingredients in a citronella candle, they aren’t repelling any actual bugs. If I’d known that sad fact growing up, I’d just as soon light some incense instead, because as good as a citronella candle smells, it doesn’t smell as good as some Nag Champa.
Probably doesn’t repel mosquitoes as well either, come to think of it.
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