Powder Incense Burner Novels & Stories

I asked. "Let's begin with incense," William suggested. "If there's no improvement, we can explore alternative options." He prescribed a blend of lavender, frankincense, sandalwood, and ylang-ylang, explaining that these fragrances were known for their calming properties and ability to reduce anxiety and stress. Asher and I procured the necessary ingredients, and William prepared the incense according to the required process. By the time he finished, he appeared fatigued, yawning occasionally.

The incense burner emitted wisps of delicate smoke, drifting and diffusing, filling the air with a fragrance that was both calming and contemplative. "Father." Miranda suddenly looked up, leaning close to his ear to whisper a few questions. Earl Croyso nodded, his gaze at his young daughter growing more surprised. "Is this alright, Father? Look, does this work?" Miranda continued to whisper, chattering rapidly.

I opened it. My brows furrowed. Inside lay several slender wooden sticks, neatly arranged. I picked one up, sniffing it. Oakwood. Lavender. I sniffed it again. Something else that I hadn’t seen before but still it felt familiar. Incense. I closed the door behind me, cradling the box closely to my chest. A trial wouldn’t hurt. If it was bad for me, I'd toss it in the trash, if I worked… win-win. So I lit up one of the wooden incense, the smoke curled up dancing to the tune of the wind and the scent filled the room almost immediately,

Rafael took out the box of incense, broke the seal, and opened it, only to find a single incense bead inside, no larger than a peanut. "Only one?" he murmured in surprise. The box had seemed rather large, so he had expected it to hold several. But no, there was just one. He looked at the bottom of the case, where a few characters were faintly inscribed. Though the words were a bit blurry, his eyes were still sharp enough to make them out.

Unfortunately, I had to agree with him and our conversation and tension in the room eased up slightly. “I hope you don't mind me asking, what type of powder was used in the explosion?” I closed my eyes and tried to think. Powder brands in the world were vast. I mean, I had an entire business dedicated to cosmetics and there was no end to the fragrances that women wore on their bodies just to keep fresh and clean. “It smelled kind of rosy but how could I know? There are millions of rose scented powder in the world and looking for this particular one is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

It turned out to be an exquisite glass tube, inside of which was a neat and fragrant substance. Very fine, it was the kind of incense that was lit in the room. There was not even a logo on top, it looked so plain and simply. "It was inappropriate to give you something valuable." "You wouldn't want it either." "That's why I chose this one for you."

He removed the lid and sniffed at the liquid, but he couldn't detect any discernible scent. He carefully placed the jar back on the shelf and moved towards another shelf. This one was filled with powders, each labeled with a different name. He picked up a jar labeled 'Sleeping powder' and examined it closely. The powder inside was a light grey color, and it had a slightly sweet scent. He closed the jar and put it back on the shelf, making a mental note of its location.

I dug into my bag of tools and searched. My hands found the contours of the object and pulled it out. It was a porcelain container about 7 inches long. "What is this?" "Its Mugwort Powder. This is a rich concentrated version and it is used to provide an indication on the presence of demons and evil spirits. If there has been any deep spiritual activity, attacks or even walking about, the powder will reveal those presence." Shu Wen flashed her cynical smirk. "If this works, my forensic team can be retrenched." She joked in a mild jibe.

Beside me, August hadn't said a word, his gaze fixed forward, his jaw tight with a suppressed, dark energy. ​Then, the mood in the room shifted. ​"Lot 55," the auctioneer said, his voice dropping into a tone of slight boredom. "A pair of tarnished bronze incense burners from the late Ming dynasty. Found in a provincial estate. Starting bid: fifty thousand." ​The room remained silent. The burners were ugly, covered in a thick greenish patina that hid whatever detail they once held. They looked like scrap metal. But as the stage lights caught a specific angle on the base of the left burner, I saw a faint, intricate engraving of a five-clawed dragon.

She inhaled, steadyed herself, then picked up the incense burner and its red candle from the tray and hurried out. Meanwhile, outside, under the