When I was a child, my father used to take with him to this cool little metaphysical bookstore when he'd go for a book. I was too young to have interest in any of the books, but the shop sold those neat candles that had pewter and crystal trinkets hidden inside that were revealed as the candle burned away. Every now & then, he would buy one for me and we would burn it in the evenings. I learned about unicorns and wizards that way. I never see those candles anymore. I kinda miss that type of stuff.