Incense Synonym Novels & Stories

An incense stick released an arousing scent that sent my mind into overdrive, it was a very potent scent. I wouldn't be surprised if illegal substances were used in the manufacture of the incense stick. I felt like a king in his chambers, sitting on the lavish cushions. It made me want to spend the rest of my life surrounded by beauty. I closed my eyes slowly. [Calm Down] A skill that had come in handy numerous times. I regained my clarity when I reopened them.

48 ANNALISE FLASHBACK The scent of incense filled the air, sweet and calming, but there was an odd tension underneath it. I sat across from Spencer in his small study, watching the smoke curl and dance around him like a living thing. He had taken to burning incense lately, a habit I hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t just the smell—it was how he seemed different when he was around it. His eyes would glaze over slightly, his focus elsewhere, like he was drifting between worlds.

Happy just watched me wallow in regret. "You must have inhaled the incense. That's the best explanation for what you're going through." He said tapping his chin. I turned to face him. What was he talking about? "What incense?" I asked. He waved at the air and that was when I noticed a barely visible fume. "It has no scent. What it does is that it drives your sexual desires into overdrive." His words rang inside my ears and echoed in my head. I remembered how I had woken up with bigger breasts and an uncontrollable desire to fuck anything I could get my hands on.

The incense smoke curled languidly through the air, twirling its way around gemstone towers and flickering candle flames. Zalindra sat behind the counter of her metaphysical shop, a quaint paradise of mystic oddities where crystals glimmered like stars trapped in glass jars, and the scent of sage and spices whispered tales of forgotten magic.

The man suddenly burst out laughing and I realized how stupid and funny my answer sound. Again, he would think I was fooling around. When he jerked to his feet, hovering over me, I flinched, expecting the worst. Another hit across my face or even a strangling. But, the man instead dashed outside the room and returned a few minutes later with an incense. An incense. My eyes widened. It was one of the tools used to question criminals in the past until its abolishment. It was like the extreme version of drugs. Someone explained that it felt like being on over 100 grams of cocaine.

Emerson POV, The room felt warmer, and brighter as the scent of the incense wafts to me, the incense smells minty at the corner of the room. My chest tightens, each breath a struggle as the weight of my surrounding puzzle me. This is not the pack house and the smell is not familiar except the mint sitting on the counter like a cactus with a burnt smell unpleasant to my nose. "Oh my! She is awake, the room is kept warm, for her safety."

"Yeah, I know, it just didn't occur to me for a moment, but if it's incense, how could it be better than perfume?" Helma paused. "Why do you think perfume is better than ignited incense? Incense is made of purely natural materials. It is much superior to the synthetic essential oils used in your chemical concoctions!" Lia pursed her lips. When Helma was about to leave after saying that, Lia reached out to grab Helma's wrist. Sophia had quick eyes and hands. She grabbed Lia's hand and gently moved her forward. Although Sophia was sweet-looking, she had been in Emeraldshade Forum for many years. She had taken on many tasks and experienced countless bloody missions.

Walls rose like theater curtains, columns sprouted from nothing, marble gleamed with an inner light that had no source. And the scent— The garden's perfume was drowning under something sharper, headier. Incense—myrrh and frankincense. Salt from distant sandy mounds. Copper, bright and metallic on the back of his tongue. Musk and heat and something animal that raised every hair on his body. Something he recognized in his bones but his mind refused to name. A low crackle echoed ahead—logs shifting in a hearth, flames whispering secrets to each other in a language older than words. Orange light painted itself across the emerging walls, shadows dancing like lovers across white marble, keeping ti

"Whatever it is, I'm with you. That's how it's always been, hasn't it? We've always had each other's backs." Marisol clenched her fingers slightly around her spoon as she glanced away. … After the meal, just as Marisol was heading back to the guest room, Nick called after her. "I had it blended today by a friend who's into scent therapy. It aids sleep. All natural, no side effects. Light it before bed." Grateful for the timely solution to her recent insomnia, Marisol accepted it eagerly. That night, she lit the incense.

Isobel’s lips curved into a smile; it seemed she had made the right move. Isobel explained, "This is incense I made myself. It's called rose-Infused Agarwood. It's made by soaking roses in agarwood and extracting the essence, then adding a few herbs for calming and sleep-inducing effects." Of course, this incense wasn't made by Isobel. She had stolen it from Aurora’s old studio. Aurora had always been fascinated by these unusual things since she was a child. She had converted a storage room in the Diaz household into a workshop.