Incense Synonym Novels & Stories

"Incense." It wasn't just a light fragrance. It was a thick, cloying wall of sandalwood, frankincense, and heavy jasmine. It was the kind of scent that was meant to be beautiful but ended up being suffocating because of its intensity. It felt like it was trying to coat the back of my throat. "They’re using it to cover it up," I murmured, pulling the collar of my coat tighter. My skin was pebbling, and it wasn't just from the air conditioning. "The smell of... well, what comes after."

she asked, the beads around her neck clacking as she chuckled. “I guess I’m just not used to humans knowing,” I shrugged. Maybe she was a real psychic, after all. “Yeah, but I’m a spicy human,” she said, her eyes crinkling. “I have that extra oomph. So, the incense?” “Right. Yeah, it’s all right,” I replied. It couldn’t be any worse than Tobias’s herbs. That acrid smell blocked out all else. “Thanks.” She picked up a stick of incense and lit it. “It helps open my third eye.”

“There’s something else though. I’m not sure yet what it is, but I think I recognize it from somewhere.” “Now that you say it, I think there is something else aside from the incense,” said Mira. “Something sweet smelling and yet acrid at the same time. Not unlike the stuff that Thunka let’s some of his guests use in the private chambers,” said Mira. Wen stopped in her tracks as she realized what it was that she could be smelling. “It’s an extremely rare herb that even Thunka did not let us use. Surely, it can’t be…diktam!” Wen said aloud.

"Amelia, it's stinky, it can't be sandalwood!" Wherever there is a spirit, it feeds on incense and fire. There have been many similar accounts in the mythology of the United States. Both the undead who have consumed the incense from the temple and those who have acquired karma will greatly benefit from spiritual cultivation. So the spirits were willing to smell the incense. The Wraith Infant and the twins didn't like it, and then there was Elijah's big mouth. Amelia smirked and said, "This thing is probably as fragrant as a dead person."

And as soothing oil to knead and comfort our weary flesh after interlocking our bodies until our bones crushed. We did not forget precious incense to mask the sea stench and heighten feral arousal. Musk, with its sticky scent recalling a beast's deep heat, would pierce and stimulate the dark feminine essence dormant deep inside us three mother and daughters. Agarwood incense to be burned in the bonfire would fill the cave with a dreamy gray mist, summoning the illusion that this was not the mortal realm, but a fantasy hell of pleasure. The beast's sweat, the heavy scent of wetness from our centers, the male musk of chestnut blossoms, and these incenses would blend together.

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

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?"

You will be imprisoned indefinitely. Grandma lit the sweet-smelling incense in the room, lighting five of them and placing them on the incense stick stands that had been pushed aside in the room for many years. What is this incense grandma? It has a wonderful aroma. Princess enquired. It's known as "You Are Mine Forever." That is King Solomon's choice. I sat on the throne to relax since I was fatigued. Could you, Princess, lead us in a prayer of thanksgiving to the Divine?

The scent of incense, with its earthy and soothing aroma, wafted through the air, creating an atmosphere that seemed to transcend the ordinary. As Ashier took in the surroundings, he couldn't help but be reminded of the gravity of their purpose. The room held an air of ancient wisdom, a place where answers could be sought and destinies unveiled. It was in this mystical setting that he hoped to find the guidance he so desperately needed.

There were about six of them, so I lit every one of them. There were twelve incense sticks placed in front of the candlestands. I lit the whole twelve as well. Once the whole twelve were ignited, I then gently extinguished the flame, blowing it out gently. The scented smoke from the incense helps flush away the stale smell from the room. Turning to face the now-lighted room, I stuffed my hands into my pockets, taking a long glance at the two silver coffins that lay on an elevated surface built with large stones. This was where I came for cleansing. This was a place I came to renew my strength. It was also a place I came for meditation, like right now as my mind is shattered into a million pi