I like what people throw away, seeing value in the that which has been spent and ready to be gotten rid of. I came across a supply of burnt out candles, every few nights there was a steady supply of burnt hole wax candles leaving a center hole waiting to be filled again.
Melted down in a double boiled tin can and poured into old empty burnt out candle glasses.
The wicks are scrap made from cotton cloth twisted and tied and weighted down,
I like the bits the dirt the grim, held up high in the wax , it all pools together and burns in time.
The reason is to light those bookish nights cold winter months coming small free flickering lights flicker . . .