Mdzs Incense Burner の小説・ストーリー

“This is a Reverse Incense Burner, which is one of the treasures used by the king in the past. No one was allowed to use it without authorization from the king himself. Moreover, the production method for this incense burner has already been lost for generations and it is almost impossible to reproduce the same item today!” As soon as he finished speaking, he motioned for his assistant to light the incense. At this time, the assistant, who was dressed in a cheongsam, carefully dug a handful of incense with a silver spoon before she lit it up. As the white smoke slowly cascaded down the incense burner like a waterfall, the pine cranes on the incense burner looked extremely vivid, as though th

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?"

The furnace was not large, almost had a large or small ball base. Cadell Marcus placed the medicine according to the dosage in the furnace and used it. When the fire talisman stirred, a strange fragrance immediately spread out from the top of the furnace. Cadell Marcus sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the furnace. Feeling that the opportunity was almost right, he took out the Divided Soul Pot together, squeezed a spell, and silently recited the spell in his mouth, but saw that Divided Soul Pot's golden light flashed, and then a green ray of light poured into the top of the pot.

She drops the shopping bags on the bed and starts arranging the contents - perfumes similar to the ones that she had destroyed in the morning - on the dressing mirror inside the walk in closet. She takes the numerous bath bombs she bought to the bathroom. After taking a nice long bubble bath with different scented materials, she walks out and puts on a modernized charcoal which requires just a spark of light from a match to catch. She brings out seven glass bottles, one with kajiji incense in it, another with scented sandalwood and the others with wierd looking scenting stuff. There's even one that looks like cotton candy.

Jennifer would pay for being a home wrecker. She went inside and gathered a group of candles, oil, perfume, powder, incense, crystals, roots, herbs, dried flowers and took them into the kitchen. The candles were placed on the kitchen table. She took a large cast iron Dutch Oven and placed in on the large eye of the stove. She filled the oven with roots, herbs, dried flowers, and oil. She threw a light match into the oven to burn the items. The items became ashes in the bottom of the oven. She sprinkled the perfume over the ashes, and they began to sizzle. A smoke filled the oven. She took the powder and poured it into the oven. The smoke disappeared into the air.

I’m going to set it all ablaze. I scarf down the cheese and meat he’d left out, knowing I’ll need my strength, before digging in the pockets of his discarded pants for his lighter. I find an elaborate gold zippo covered in elegant, embossed moaning women, and snap it open, admiring the tiny blue-orange flame that flickers to life, so small but beautifully destructive.

His thumb brushes the top gently, leaving a clean streak. He hesitates before lifting the lid, his breath hitching slightly. Inside, the contents surprise him. Sticks of incense, neatly arranged in rows, lie tucked in their original compartments. Their colours have dulled, and when he picks one up between his fingers, it feels brittle, as though time has leeched away its vitality. He rubs the stick gently between his thumb and forefinger, a faint residue crumbling away. Flipping the box over, he squints at the barely legible label.

She stretched out on her belly, crossed her arms in front of her, using the folded towel as a pillow to rest her chin on. "I'll be right back," Zavian said. With that, he went to the shelf across from the table, took out an incense stick, a lighter and carefully lit two of them. "I didn't ask if you like the smell of incense," he turned to gauge her reaction. "I love it," Emmeline assured. Satisfied, Zavian placed the burning stick in a fancy metal dish. Then he took out several white votive candles. "I like the ambiance of a massage parlor even more than the massage itself," Emmeline remarked, staring at him with open appreciation. "It makes me feel so relaxed."

“This will just make you compliant. Obedient. Like the little plaything you always wanted me to be.” I leaned her gently back against the wall. Her body had already gone slack, her eyes unfocused. And now came the show. I moved fast, rearranging the room. I lit the incense burner on the corner table, a special blend I had picked up from an old healer in the mountain packs. It had properties that encouraged openness, heightened touch, and dulled suspicion. Safe in small doses. Potent in closed rooms and they would have forgotten everything by morning. They wouldn't even remember how they ended up in the same bed.

All of a sudden, his gaze fell and remained fixated on Thurible incense burdener on a golden placement in the room. It was one that my father had owned for years now, a gift to him actually. The incense that burned there at that moment was the Full Moon Bloom, it was a scent that featured floral notes and captured the full essence of a full moon. What was about the incense burner that he stared at it for so long. "Does he stay alone in this room?" He requested and then my mum responded. "He does, this is his personal room." "There's another?" He raised his brows, dipping his hands into his pants pockets.