I Brought You Frankincense Original 소설 & 이야기

Zion entered with a plate containing frankincense, a woody and spicy fragrance that soothed my soul. "Amari is making lunch for you. She asked me to bring you this," he explained. "You look funny upside down," I joked, attempting to erase his concerned expression. He smiled without teeth and put the fragrance on a small table near my bed. I pushed myself up, holding the table's edge and leaning forward until my face almost touched it. I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, and allowed the scent to circulate through my lungs. "Thanks, Zion." My voice was hoarse from misuse, and my throat hurt. Even speaking seemed difficult. Zion looked at me with an odd expression as if he wanted to ask me a q

Almost like he’d been expecting that answer. “I got you something,” his tone suddenly became light like he didn't just make an outrageous demand. He pulled open his drawer and brought out a small box. “What is that?” I frowned. “I don't want anything from you!” He opened the box to reveal a glass container. He took it out carefully while I glared at it without both curiosity and suspicion. He opened it and the sweet smell of jasmine hit me. “It's a healing balm made from jasmine. It will help clear the scars. I requested Jasmine because of the sweet floral scent. It will help you relax and calm your anxiety,” he said softly.

The world was my playground, and I was the king. I turned my attention to the Hypnotic Perfume, examining the small, elegant bottle in my hand. The liquid inside shimmered enticingly, promising to enhance my powers even further. I noticed a small inscription on the bottle: "Refillable. $100,000 per refill. Each refill provides 10 sprays."

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

"Just a classic? For the VIPs?" "Not classic," Harper replied, her voice leaving absolutely no room for debate. She was already in motion, her hands flying across the premium spice rack. Her fingers wrapped around a delicate glass jar filled with vibrant, dried culinary lavender. Next, she retrieved a heavy jar of rare, dark forest honey. "We are using lavender. Wild forest honey sourced directly from Provence. And we will torch the sugar canopy until the surface cracks with the exact texture of shattered glass."

"It's nothing, Mr. Zimmer. If you really want to thank me, you just have to give me some medicinal ingredients." "Of course! Just tell me what you need, Mr. Lawrence. It would be no issue as long as we have it here in Flora Hall." Dan was actually beside himself with joy—he was just racking his brains on how to get in Frank's good graces! "I need a tuft of Skyfresh Vine to make a pill," Frank said. "I was told you have some, but it's not for sale. Is that true?" Dan was laughing as he stroked his beard. "We certainly do—it's thirty-six inches in length, and you can have it if you want, Mr. Lawrence."

Well, this was unexpected. “Can I ask what is in it? It smells better than what I have, and if it works I would like to try it.” “Yes sir, it is a blend of cloves, cinnamon, lemon, eucalyptus, and rosemary. You can apply it all over your body but focus on the head. Just watch your mouth and eyes.” He responded cautiously, clearly not quite trusting me. “Tell me,” I asked conversationally. “Were you by chance spice merchants before the plague?”

Joy. My hands moved before my brain caught up. I reached for chamomile extract, golden and sweet-smelling. Then apricot kernel essence... fruity and soft. Amber resin, warm and deep, scraped from ancient trees. And finally, a pinch of powdered sandalwood, like sun on old wood. Ten minutes. I lit the flame beneath my flask with a whispered word. The stabilizing ether sizzled when it hit the mix. My hands shook, just a little, as I swirled it all together. I held my breath. Please. Please work.

Marcus stood on a raised platform in the room, Lila smiling like a fox in sheep’s clothing beside him, while three of his pack servants stood to the side, each carrying a box, waiting for Marcus to give the order. “Attention, please,” Marcus called, his voice echoing sonorously across the room. “I'd like everyone to spare a few minutes of their time before resuming their shopping. I assure you, what I have here, in these three boxes, is nothing compared to the beauties already on display around the store. These are the three best, most crafted, intricate designs to be newly released into the jewelry industry. Ladies and gentlemen, businessmen and businesswomen, allow me to present to you wha

She taps her index fingers to her chin "I think he'll like the beef jerky" I'm nodding. "Is there anything else you want to buy?" I shook my head "I'll just wait here" I feel bad. She brought me various dried exotic fruits and rare black tea from the northern mountains grown by the Crimson Witch. It claim is can maintain beauty and youthful. And all of that was bought with Azura's money since I'm broke. I promise to repay her. I don't feel like buying again. Besides, I don't need anything. "I'll just wait here"