I Brought You Frankincense Original Novels & Stories

“And these are frankincense and rosemary incense. My favorites." Vera Carter, the Elephant Alpha's mate, happily placed into Corinne's hands what was probably her tenth gift in less than five minutes “They make the house smell delicious and are very useful in helping us relax after a tiring day taking care of the pack.”

Freya's POV The following day, in accordance with the agreed-upon time with the buyer, I carried the necklace to that secondhand boutique that specialized in luxury items. The proprietor led into a private room where there emitted a fragrant aroma, reminiscent of a blend of pine with a touch of sage—a delicate scent that exuded tranquility. Intrigued by the fragrance, I turned my head and inquired, "Sir, what kind of incense is used here?" The proprietor replied, "This incense is a gift from a dear friend who crafted it personally. Do you find it quite pleasing?"

Frank glanced at Melanie while holding the microphone and then paused before he looked down at the audience. "First, I’m very grateful for the invitation from the organizer. I’m honored because although I grew up in Westwood, essential oils have influenced me for many years. I like the culture and heritage of Hyderland very much," Frank’s English was fluent, and he said it all in one breath. "This fragrance was inspired by a friend I met during my first trip to Hyderland." After a pause, he smiled lightly, then turned sideways. He faced Melanie and said, "Yes, as Ms. Thayer said, it's all about peace and serenity. So much of this way of life inspires me. Glad someone understands me!"

Thinking of Alyssa, Jasper smiled with joy. "Could you tell me the brand? I want to give it to her as a gift when I go back." Sheryl turned her face away, a shadow crossing her face. "I'm afraid you'll return disappointed. What I use isn't perfume, but an incense made from rare local spices in Mosgravia. It's basically impossible to buy." "Oh, I see." Jasper's eyes flickered briefly, and he remained silent thereafter.

“Tell us about your product.” “Gladly,” Beatrice said, with a glorious smile on her face. “This is a brand new perfume I’m launching as the flagship perfume of my new company, Fleur.” “Nice name,” Steve said. “So what’s so special about Fleur.” “Well, for starters,” Beatrice said, “my perfumes only use ethically sourced, completely organic ingredients. Like this one, for example.” I watched as Beatrice held up the beautiful bottle. “This is made from the oil of real roses, grown locally right here, just outside the city.”

"That is one hot whiskey." Fenris looked down at me. A slow, highly amused smile spread across his face. "That was not whiskey." I stopped coughing. I wiped my watering eyes and looked up at him. He laughed at my panicked expression. "It is a gift. I get a crate of it every year from my cousin. He works as a merchant down in the eastern ports." He laughed again, his chest vibrating against my hand. He called out the strange, foreign name of the liquor. "It is the absolute best thing to drink before sex."

I explained. “I have one last thing,” I said as I reached into a pouch and pulled out an item wrapped in fabric. Pulling back the fabric, I offered a golden baby rattle of an asphodel flower covered with a clear resin from the mastic tree. I’d gone to some lengths to ensure that the gift was suitable for an infant and that while it was edible for her to chew on, it wouldn’t break easily. “This is just a gift from us to celebrate your daughter,” I said.

I gently pat her head as though she were a wonderful being. As I read the letter that Casimir gave me, Linia left right away. I close my eyes, yet I still sense the aroma of this letter. It is powerful and seductive, yet hazardous. Acacia, a limited-edition perfume used in the imperial member's home, has only one scent: a minty woodland aroma. It costs close to 500,000 gold pieces.

"Oh? And how exactly would you do that?" My mind raced. Alan and I had never met before, so of course he wouldn't recognize me. But his grandfather had met me. My parents once said he even held me on the day I was born. "Your grandpa saw that I had a red birthmark on my chest when I was born, shaped as a blooming rose, and he really liked it." I paused and swallowed my nerves. "You'll know I'm Tiffany the moment you see it." I let out a tense breath, suddenly realizing how ridiculous it felt to have to prove that I was myself.