I Brought You Frankincense Original Novels & Stories

“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.

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.”

"Oh, no...it's wonderful. Congratulations. I...I was just remembering when we were in the hall...he must have been looking at you, not me." "Oh...well, perhaps." She brightened. "Yes, indeed he must have! Or at least I was so very charming once he met me, he couldn't help himself." They smiled at one another a moment when Penelope seemed to remember something. "Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you a present as well. You obviously can't be trusted to remember such things so I took it upon myself." Penelope shifted her tunic to reveal a purse hanging by her hip then retrieved from it what looked like a small ointment pot. "It's popular enough, and won't be hard to replace. It's a cream made from

It was like my mind wasn't focusing on sex because it has been occupied by so many other things. I stood up and went towards the door that led to the VIP area. The guard looked at me and just like that he opened the door. I was well known. I stepped in and was greeted with a sweet luxurious smell of one of Lenetti's best products. It was a perfume created by extracting the melanin from flowers and then mixing it with the right formulas to create that perfect smell.

I tell the old former King, my eyes concentrating on the room, still looking for what I needed. “Take whatever you need. I will leave you to it.” Hunji's father tells me before departing the storeroom and leaving me to my own devices. Aimlessly, but purposefully I wander around the room. My lips begin a slow upturn as I spy what I need. “Black haw, false unicorn root, cramp bark, and wild yam root,” I say to myself picking up each ingredient.

Woody, dry amber layered over leather and the faintest trace of bergamot. I know that scent...Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Oud Silk Mood... an expensive signature. I breathe through my nose and keep my eyes locked on the field. Whoever just sat down is watching too, and while every instinct in me registers him, I do not look. I am here to work. The trial is almost at halftime. And because Kwame Osei has only a few minutes left to prove he deserves everything I have fought to set up for him.

It had a large maroon ribbon around its neck. "This must be really expensive?" "The price is none of your business. Moving on." He took out a box of Belgian chocolates with fancy packaging. "The seller said these are the most delicious." "Wow, I love chocolate." Sebastian took out a perfume from his gray suitcase. The bottle was uniquely shaped like a crystal with a light pink liquid inside. "This is from a specialty perfume shop in Paris. I asked them to make a special scent just for you. The scent is a mix of jasmine, vanilla, and a little bit of orange."

Powerful enough for a Luna, she whispered. It’s not about power, I replied. It’s about truth. She didn’t argue. I returned to the mirrored hall where most of the candidates were already grinding and mixing. The air had turned sickly with perfume—rose and sandalwood, musk and pepper and smoke. Some of the blends were overpowering. Others left a ghost of scent in their wake. I took a seat in the back corner, laid out my ingredients, and began. The pestle moved in slow circles. Honeysuckle crushed first, oozing golden and sweet. Then the blossoms, bruised and faint. And finally, cedar, grounding it all. I added drops of carrier oil from the provided vial and let the mixture settle.