I Brought You Frankincense Original Novels & Stories

Gian already had half a pot of coffee prepared and Akira reached up at the cupboards for her favorite mug. “What’s frankincense?” Chester asked, frowning at Akira enjoying her caffeine. “I miss coffee. My Ingrid loves coffee.” “Frankincense is the rock thingy they burn in Catholic churches during mass.” Akira leaned back on the kitchen counter. She felt weirdly at ease now, knowing that Chester isn’t a malevolent spirit like the homeless man who terrorized her before. “Huh.” Chester’s head fell sideways like a child learning something new. For a freakishly tall, grown man, he sure acted like a three-year old. “Wouldn’t that make your apartment smell awful?”

I led him away from the training yard, toward the edge of the forest where we could talk without being overheard. Once we were alone, Marcus crossed his arms. “What kind of substances are we talking about?” “Incense. Something sweet but with a bitter undertone. It causes smoke thick enough to see, and whoever breathes it becomes… compliant, and maybe dependent on it too.” Marcus’s brow furrowed. “That’s not much to go on. There are dozens of compounds that could fit that description, depending on the base ingredients, the processing method, the concentration…” “I know. That’s why I need your help.” I kept my voice low. “If I could get you a sample, could you identify it? Tell me exactly what

The scent was barely detectable a few days ago. Now, however, the fragrance was more intense. Callan looked at James. James said smilingly, “To be honest with you, I came across a tiny herb that contained a trace of Empyrean Spiritual Energy in the mountains a few days ago. So, I brought the herb back and planted it on my plantation. Now, all of my other herbs had withered, and only that herb remains. After blossoming, its fruit began exuding a fragrance.”

"I guess I would be going so you can eat your food." "No, please stay. I want company and I don't like to eat alone." He said, catching my hand. I stopped and met his eyes. "I want to show you something." He retrieved a bouquet from the cupboard. I looked at it, then up at him. "It's beautiful. Which perfume did you use." "It's a spray called Love Interior Aromatic Room Spray. It has floral notes of neroli, ylang-ylang, and jasmine mixed with spicy notes of vetiver and patchouli for the most romantic scent. It even contains rose quartz crystals for added love energy."

The air is an intoxicating mix of absolute jasmine, rich amber, and distilled alcohol. "Good morning, miss," a voice calls out. "Good morning." My throat tightens, my heart gaining a frantic new beat as I take in the rows of premium imported perfumes on the right and the massive shelves of raw chemical bases, essential oils, and amber glass bottles on the left. "How can I assist you today?" "I need the foundational elements required to formulate custom fragrances. I am designing a small initial line—a heavy focus on Madagascar vanilla, whipped cream accords, Ceylon cinnamon, and dark Cambodian oud. I'll also need pipettes, glass beakers, and empty atomizer bottles."

“Gather the medicine.” In an instant, the shopkeeper felt a chill down his spine. He subconsciously took up the prescription and scanned through it. “What prescription is this that actually needs over sixty materials? And to need royal ginseng, heavenly snow lotus, millennium tuber fleece flower, these are all the highest grade of traditional ingredients.” “Cut the crap. Can you gather it or not?” Tyr asked coldly. The shopkeeper pondered for two seconds before answering, “I can, but…”

Why was her medicine so miraculous? She was supposed to miscarry. She had finally waited for Amanda to return and seized this opportunity. Why did Amanda have an antidote? Twenty minutes later. Amanda's pain subsided. She raised her head and looked at Emily. "Icy musk, originating from South Africa, is a potent abortifacient incense. Where did you get it?" Emily feigned a look of confusion, staring at Amanda. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even understand what this icy musk thing you're talking about is. I just came in to clean. Madam, why are you trying to frame me?"

Isobel suddenly pulled out a small wooden box from her bag. She presented it like a treasure, placing it in front of Emilia: “Auntie, this is a gift I prepared for you on our first meeting. I hope you’ll like it.” Emilia opened the box to find a neatly arranged box of incense inside. The scent of agarwood was subtle yet profound, refreshing and invigorating, instantly clearing the mind. Emilia’s eyes lit up, clearly delighted. Isobel’s lips curved into a smile; it seemed she had made the right move.

Her endless arrogance. "...Everything has its cost." The fire crackled again and filling the empty room with its quiet sound. When Vince returned, he was already had the vial in his hand. I could already smell its bitter smell even from afar. It was the sharp and bitter scent of Saverna leaves. "Alpha." Vince called before giving it to me. I stood up from behind the desk. My chair creaked faintly and breaking the heavy silence. "Thank you." I said while taking the vial from his hand.

Her fingers deftly untied the bag, revealing what looked at first like a simple wooden box, crafted from richly grained walnut. She opened it. Inside, a layer of deep velvet cushioned several pieces of rare, wild-foraged Manuka honeycomb, dark amber and thick with potency. Beside them rested a small jar of the finest Icelandic dried reindeer lichen—a supplement so prized it was said to strengthen the blood—its pale colour and clean, earthy scent speaking of exceptional quality.