I Brought You Frankincense Original 소설 & 이야기

As I stepped out, he held up a finger. "One moment, Miss Chase." He retrieved a small, elegantly wrapped box from the trunk and handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked, surprised by the weight of the package. "Moonlight healing salve for facial wounds," Felix explained. "Mr. Blackwood instructed me to give it to you. It's specially made by the therapists at the Blackwood Pack – so effective it can't be purchased outside." I felt a strange warmth spread through my chest at the gesture. "Please thank Dominic for me."

She chuckled slightly. “I guess that settles it…Adrian…” Before Gabriel could finish, sturdy steps echoed and instantly the smell of Indian agarwood mixed with sandalwood, musk, and Turkish rose filled the air. They were expensive ingredients used to make luxurious perfume that sell at almost a million and half dollars for a small bottle. The scent brought a hint of familiarity that had me thinking where I could have met such a man. I waited until he appeared, and holy heavens, he was nothing I expected him to be.

This was a common one, practical, with a small connecting door between the driver’s seat and the interior. Once inside, she quickly ducked into space. “Eldora” Eldora appeared with a gentle smile. Mira quickly explained the plan and asked, “Is there anything we need to prepare?” Eldora paused, considering. “Calming incense….” She shook her head “No… just get a bundle of sage, myrrh and lavender. I will make the incense.” “A carpenter would be handy.” “Are there any notable apothecaries along the way?” Eldora asked as an afterthought... still mumbling to herself “I am not sure if they still exist in this world.”

It turned out to be an exquisite glass tube, inside of which was a neat and fragrant substance. Very fine, it was the kind of incense that was lit in the room. There was not even a logo on top, it looked so plain and simply. "It was inappropriate to give you something valuable." "You wouldn't want it either." "That's why I chose this one for you."

"A bunch of you on Twitter were curious about how to make artisanal fragrances, so I have put together something special. I am going to share how I made the 'First Crush Incense' scent that won the big competition." [Hold up, got to grab my notebook!] [The championship scent? She's teaching it already?] Helma laid out the tools of the trade. "Some of the stuff I use might be a tad pricey, but you can find cheaper versions online. Take this incense burner – I picked it for its looks, but those ten-dollar ones online? They work just as well." Her voice was soft and clear as she patiently walked everyone through the steps, even jotting down the ingredients and processes on a board for them to n

“Frank, this is creepy. You need to fight the drugs in your system. Purge them.” He continues to walk slowly toward me as if he can’t hear me. I remember what he said. Don’t run. So I walk up to him and embrace him. He grips one of my hands. I cup his face. I pickup an odd scent on him. Herbal, bitter, and metallic. “Wormwood.” I know that smell. It doesn’t get humans high, but it is used in absinthe which does get humans high.

Almost immediately, a strong waft of medicinal fragrance started spreading throughout the entire room. Elizabeth took a deep breath, feeling that an invisible weight had been lifted off her chest. It made her feel more energized and awake. "What's this amazing thing?" she asked curiously. "I made the incense myself. It has calming properties." Once Yvonne was done packing her stuff, she got ready to leave. Elizabeth quickly called out to her from behind. "Um, t—thank you." She'd mumbled the last two words quickly and softly, as though she'd found it difficult to utter them.

“The merchants would have gotten you a diamond-encrusted shirt if you’d asked.” “This will be fine. Thank you, Lucas.” “This is a pleasant duty. I just had to stop Bricker from yelling at the Alphas that they’re debauched. He ought to stay in the kitchens where he usually is most of the day.” Lucas leaves, and I sniff the jar. A sensual sandalwood blend. So sensual no one would ever detect the lavender subtly mixed in, even though it’s powerful enough to take care of all three of the targets. My mates.

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"

“Walk through it.” It smelled… expensive when I did. Like wood and spice and something else I couldn’t name. It was overwhelming. I coughed. “Whoa. That’s… a lot.” “It’s Tom Ford,” Callum said, as if that explained everything. “I don’t care what its name is, it’s attacking my sinuses,” I said, waving a hand to disperse the cloud. Adam sighed. “Just… just take the bottle. Put it on later. A little on the wrists. The neck. Not like you’re marinating a steak.”