Gentleman of Leisure: Cire Trudon.


Gentleman of Leisure is writer, erstwhile lecturer and notionally overeducated Martin Marks‘s PAPERMAG column on the things he likes and why.

Rarely do candles make one want to channel one’s inner Sarah Boyle and sing major portions of Les Miserables, let alone write a column with an almost unforgivable number of wax and/or candle puns, most of them rendered in French. But révolution (note: French for “revolution”) seems to be in the air. What does it smell like? For Ramdane Touhame, renegade Parisian fashion designer cum candle maker to Maison de Cire Trudon, the world’s oldest manufacturer of wax goods, the answer’s simple enough: “It smells of burned bread. The revolution in France started when people did not have enough bread to eat.” Read more at

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