In the words of Robert De Niro, playing Al Capone in "The Untouchables":
"You got nothing. You're nothing but a lot of talk...! You hear me? Cause you got nothing! NOTHING! And if you were a man, you would've done it now! You don't got a thing, you punk!"You've got nothing, Yankee.
There is no more to say.
Another dud, another failure.
Why do I continue to spend my money on you?
As a votive, nothing.
As a tart, nothing.
...we're off with online vendors.
I even wrote a haiku to describe my pain:
With great sadness, you,
Yankee Candle, have become
Everything I hate.
I accept cash only for your tips. I'll be here all week, probably trying to drown my nose in a sea of wax.
Yankee Candle North Pole
Cold Rating: 1/10; my first 1-rating of the blog, if I'm not mistaken...it might as well have been unscented.
Lit Rating: 2/10; tiny tiny tiny trace of mint when my nose was submerged underneath the wax.
Throw Rating: 1/10; N-O-T-H-I-N-G
Overall Rating: 1/10; please reference above haiku, if you don't catch my drift.