The aroma of candles, incense, and scented oil hits you as soon as you walk through the door of this quaint, crowded little shop. Indeed, boxes of candles and a rack of incense can be found amid the piles of knickknacks and accessories that spill from arrangements stacked on frilly beds with wrought iron frames and dark-stained antique furniture (in one case, an ancient Singer sewing machine and cabinet). And candleholders of every description occupy shelves next to scented soaps and modern, stainless steel burners in which to ignite pungent aromatherapy oils. But there's so much more at Jezebel: Antique hats line the soffit near the ceiling along the left side of the store, while dainty parasols and bumbershoots mirror them on the other side. New novelty items, like Virgin/Slut toiletry kits with appropriately labeled red and blue soaps, are displayed alongside vintage cocktail jewelry and newly manufactured collectibles such as Elvis lunch boxes, while freestanding racks display funny and risqué greeting cards. Near the back of the store is the clothing department, which is packed tight with racks of dresses, shoes, and a hearty selection of Hawaiian shirts.