I avoided scented candles for years, mostly because the ones I kept meeting smelled like a car air freshener had an argument with a bakery and lost. What changed my mind was a plain beeswax candle a client left behind in a house I was finishing out near the Battery, burning low and honest on a windowsill, smelling like nothing but warm wax and a little bit of honey.
The honest limit is that most scented candles are a mood, not a fix, and they are the wrong choice if you are trying to cover up a real smell rather than add a nice one, because wet dog or old plumbing will win every time and you will just end up with wet dog that smells faintly of fig. They are also the wrong choice in a small rented bathroom with no window, where the only thing that happens is the smoke detector gets curious. Soy wax burns cooler and cleaner and tends to last longer for the money, paraffin throws scent harder and faster but leaves more soot on the jar, and beeswax is the quiet, expensive one that smells like almost nothing on its own and lets a good scent sit on top of it instead of fighting it. In the shop, tip the candle and look at the wick, it should be centered and trimmed, not leaning like it's trying to escape, and if you can get the lid off, smell it cold, because a candle that smells strong cold often smells like nothing once it is actually lit. The day it arrives, check the wax for a smooth, even top with no sinkhole in the middle, that sinkhole usually means it was poured too fast and will tunnel down the center instead of melting out to the edges, which is the single most annoying thing a candle can do to you.
A candle like this sits well almost anywhere ordinary, a kitchen table after dinner, a bathroom shelf next to a stack of towels, a side table by a chair where you actually read, and it does its best work paired with things that already have some texture to them, linen, old wood, a brass dish to catch the drips, rather than sitting alone on a bare glass shelf looking like a hotel lobby.
I will say this much in its defense, a good one makes a rented apartment with ugly overhead lighting feel like someone lives there on purpose.
Next time you're looking at one, skip the label and smell the wax itself, cold, straight from the jar.