I read about Geisha women in Japan who charge by the length of time it takes for an insense stick to burn
Dan McDermott
the smell of incense always filled my house. It was lit in front of the altar and I distinctly remember it burning a bright comforting orange glow just before I head to bed. My mom and dad always lit it and the smell was so distinct and apparent. I never forgot it. It’s that obvious scent.
Anonymous
the smell of incense always filled my house. It was lit in front of the altar and I distinctly remember it burning a bright comforting orange glow just before I head to bed. My mom and dad always lit it and the smell was so distinct and apparent. I never forgot it. It’s that obvious scent.
le
The incense was fragrant, luminously so, an ethereal mist that filled the room and nostrils of those within with its sweetness in the incandescent light — there was no room for perjury or evil here. All eyes were vacant and blissful, focused on the one who rose with a slow, lethargic motion and walked to the front of the group. Like a posse of fish they all stared up at him — “Master” “Wonderful One” “The Divine” — but he only smiled back.
Nolan
she had found the letter tucked under the mattress, she was hurt, crying, curled up in a ball on the floor, the pain wracked her body. Her heart broken. The perfume from the incense she had lit earlier scented the room, rich and spicy.
Never again would she be able to smell that smell without feeling the pain of betrayal…
jade
Incense makes me think of smoke. Smoky smell. Which makes me think of pot. Which makes me think of that kid that I had a locker next to during my freshman year that always smelled like pot, but I thought he was cute anyway. His name was Gage and he had no idea I existed. He wrote his phone number into his senior will but i never called it.
Marissa
The scent of incense spiraled around his head, making his mind go dizzy and his eyes spark and flash. Tristan grimaced. He didn’t like incense- it reminded him too much of the perfumes Cecily used to wear, only headier and less bright. He sat down in the battered pew, trying to clear his head of the thick smell. The smoke was everywhere in the small church. Not just the smoke- the very essence of holy worship.
Lee
i don’t know the word and I don’t have much to say. It sounds like
Anonymous
smell pretty. like bath bubbles. I say they are delicious, and people respond by saying “you eat ____ (bath bubbles, incense, perfume, etc.)!?” to which I like to say “in my world, smells can be delicious.” I then give them angry looks to assert my “knowledge of the world.”
Elizabeth
The man was incensed with the thought, the audacity that this young boy could even think about this. How could he be cheating on his beloved wife? His own son was accusing him of adultery? the insolent little brat would pay for this. He would pay dearly. The man walked into his room and grabbed a belt.
matthew silkwood
i find little ways to become angry most days. these reasons are characteristically small – the lighting is bad in here! what, have you never heard that word before? – in order to offset the enormous, cloudy ire that i hold onto for myself.
Amy Rose
Burning slowly, falling to the table, the scent filled my lungs. Memories evoked by the smell flooded my mind’s eye. Good, bad, but all crystal clear. Closing my eyes I let them envelop all my senses.
lk
My husband reminded me a few months ago of how much I love incense. I haven’t burned it for years because I thought he didn’t like the way the smell lingered. We went to a small Asian store and he asked me if I wanted to buy some. He bought a box of high-quality stuff and we burned it at home, and he kissed me through the smoke.
Evann
she smells of them,
taking breathes in the backseat
of the van
rolling over the 80
at around eighty,
salt flats spanning under the
pinks and blues over
all
and the orange sun rises
and Orion climbs higher
she shouts, go!
John Finch
Incense. The burning stick that smells good. My mother used to burn it all the time. My house always smelled good. But if you smell it close to your nose, it burns the insides. It’s really strong. Wonder who made it. What’s its purpose? I enjoy it. Memories of the past, of childhood. Who knew something so small smelled so big.
elichten92@aol.com
the smell from the incense over took her. the line from the smoke curled around her finger as floated towards the ceiling. it reminded her of him. and the first time they kissed. her heart almost broke and she breathed in.
lindsay.
The smell of peppery incense filled the streets. Iymrame was dazzled by it. The smell was like burning and flowers and so many other disconnected things. She wandered through it like through a dense fog.
avethe
aroma smoke, gum, burn fire, perfume yum, cologne, woman, earthy, man, long stick burning bright, smell breathe, setting mood, anger threat, inflamed wrath towards those who burn you,kindled fire,
Emily elichten92@aol.com
aroma smoke gum burn fire perfume yum cologne woman earthy man long stick burning bright smell breathe setting mood
Emily Lichtenberger
incense
Cara
He was furious, incensed at her behavior. How could she show him up like that, in front of respectable company. He knew what this meant to him, how we had struggled to get ahead, climb the ladder, become a partner. How could she? He took the revolver from the bedside drawer and fingered it. Tears sprung forth in his eyes, and slid warmly down his cheeks.
Haelo
He was furious, incensed at her behavior. How could she show him up like that, in front of respectable company. He knew what this meant to him, how we had struggled to get ahead, climb the ladder, become a partner. How could she? He took the revolver from the bedside drawer and fingered it. Tears sprung forth in his eyes, and slid warmly down his cheeks.
Anonymous
this is smelly. it reminds me of church. i used to go when i was younger and more impressionable. i don’t go anymore. sometimes i like to think there is a higher power. but i know there isnt. religion is for the weak. who dont believe in themselves so need someone else to believe in them instead.
Anonymous
the smell of incense lingered in the air as the cat walked over to the couch and jumped into my lap.
Anonymous
Smelling. Smelling so good right now.
Anonymous
Incense, like a candle? Okay sure, Ill play. Incense is over-rated. Sure the smell of strawberry or apple in theory is great. But in practice all incense smells the same. You end up feeling as if you are in an opium den.
Casey
a product of the 60’s generation.
cindy
incense
Anonymous
most of them smell really bad. i cant concentrate im watching something about coyotes on the news.
incense reminds me of shoes that smell bad and u try to cover it with incense.
house
a scented smell, peaceful and often involves meditation. Very relaxing and spiritual. Relates to Buddhism and “om” or “perfection”.
Alison
You don’t know how it happens and what made you live a life like this, but you it happened and you do every day. After work you take the expedient drive home alone, open the door alone, go to your bedroom alone, light the incense alone. Whenever the smell hits you, maybe cinnamon or some foreign parfum, you have to ask: How’d life get this way?
destorte@gmail.com
What the hell is up with incense? That stuff smells like shit, I’m telling you. I don’t understand why the Magi thought it was awesome enough to bring it to baby Jesus. I’m sure Jesus didn’t exactly appreciate it, I mean if I was Him I wouldn’t be too thrilled with someone bringing that smelly stuff to my crib. But I don’t know, maybe back then everyone was so used to smelly stuff that incense didn’t bother them. Since no one bothered to bathe back then, anyway.
Noelle
Smell
Don’t really like the way they smell. Don’t know why my friend Anna is so obsessed, but hey it’s her birthday I’ll get her whatever she wants. I just don’t get it.
Reece
are really smelly and they make my eyes itch and i CANT STAND when nick decides to light them. we dont need them. i think he uses them cuz his cousin has used them before. but they are so damn irritating. well, some are nice i suppose. but not sandlewood. fuck sandlewood. that one smells terrible. awful. i cant think of one that smells nice.
dave
I was mad and there was a smoky pungent fragrance hovering in the air, mixing with my anger…forming a face, a mischievous one that smelled like sandalwood and musk. A crazy one. Incense that, will ya?
ME
Incense ran up through my nose and settled into the brittleness of my skull, and I sneezed.
“Wasteful,” the woman muttered. I apologized.
“No sorry!” She flapped a hand, and a little ripple-snake-vine of the smoke swirled around it. “Just no do anymore.”
I nodded. My nose stung.
hoist
Insensitive people really piss me off. More often than not, the dudes I meet up with are concerned only for their well-being, their social status, their like’s and dislikes. What does this tell me? Tells me I have no interest in knowing any more about them.
VoddyT
The scent wafted through the air like cinnamon buns, the smoke rising and falling in time with our bodies. its was a heady scent, and it urged us on.
Rae-Chelle
He stormed along the footpath, kicking a small stone and scuffing his shoes. How dare she!! All over a couple of small aromatic sticks that he liked. What did it matter if he chose to burn them in his bedroom. How dare she incense him over incense.
stormy
A wisp of smoke drifted with a large gust of wind; it was swirling over the country side. An old man lay dying in battle. As the smoke reach the far corners of his lost home, the man staggered his last breath and was gone forever.
I read about Geisha women in Japan who charge by the length of time it takes for an insense stick to burn
the smell of incense always filled my house. It was lit in front of the altar and I distinctly remember it burning a bright comforting orange glow just before I head to bed. My mom and dad always lit it and the smell was so distinct and apparent. I never forgot it. It’s that obvious scent.
the smell of incense always filled my house. It was lit in front of the altar and I distinctly remember it burning a bright comforting orange glow just before I head to bed. My mom and dad always lit it and the smell was so distinct and apparent. I never forgot it. It’s that obvious scent.
The incense was fragrant, luminously so, an ethereal mist that filled the room and nostrils of those within with its sweetness in the incandescent light — there was no room for perjury or evil here. All eyes were vacant and blissful, focused on the one who rose with a slow, lethargic motion and walked to the front of the group. Like a posse of fish they all stared up at him — “Master” “Wonderful One” “The Divine” — but he only smiled back.
she had found the letter tucked under the mattress, she was hurt, crying, curled up in a ball on the floor, the pain wracked her body. Her heart broken. The perfume from the incense she had lit earlier scented the room, rich and spicy.
Never again would she be able to smell that smell without feeling the pain of betrayal…
Incense makes me think of smoke. Smoky smell. Which makes me think of pot. Which makes me think of that kid that I had a locker next to during my freshman year that always smelled like pot, but I thought he was cute anyway. His name was Gage and he had no idea I existed. He wrote his phone number into his senior will but i never called it.
The scent of incense spiraled around his head, making his mind go dizzy and his eyes spark and flash. Tristan grimaced. He didn’t like incense- it reminded him too much of the perfumes Cecily used to wear, only headier and less bright. He sat down in the battered pew, trying to clear his head of the thick smell. The smoke was everywhere in the small church. Not just the smoke- the very essence of holy worship.
i don’t know the word and I don’t have much to say. It sounds like
smell pretty. like bath bubbles. I say they are delicious, and people respond by saying “you eat ____ (bath bubbles, incense, perfume, etc.)!?” to which I like to say “in my world, smells can be delicious.” I then give them angry looks to assert my “knowledge of the world.”
The man was incensed with the thought, the audacity that this young boy could even think about this. How could he be cheating on his beloved wife? His own son was accusing him of adultery? the insolent little brat would pay for this. He would pay dearly. The man walked into his room and grabbed a belt.
i find little ways to become angry most days. these reasons are characteristically small – the lighting is bad in here! what, have you never heard that word before? – in order to offset the enormous, cloudy ire that i hold onto for myself.
Burning slowly, falling to the table, the scent filled my lungs. Memories evoked by the smell flooded my mind’s eye. Good, bad, but all crystal clear. Closing my eyes I let them envelop all my senses.
My husband reminded me a few months ago of how much I love incense. I haven’t burned it for years because I thought he didn’t like the way the smell lingered. We went to a small Asian store and he asked me if I wanted to buy some. He bought a box of high-quality stuff and we burned it at home, and he kissed me through the smoke.
she smells of them,
taking breathes in the backseat
of the van
rolling over the 80
at around eighty,
salt flats spanning under the
pinks and blues over
all
and the orange sun rises
and Orion climbs higher
she shouts, go!
Incense. The burning stick that smells good. My mother used to burn it all the time. My house always smelled good. But if you smell it close to your nose, it burns the insides. It’s really strong. Wonder who made it. What’s its purpose? I enjoy it. Memories of the past, of childhood. Who knew something so small smelled so big.
the smell from the incense over took her. the line from the smoke curled around her finger as floated towards the ceiling. it reminded her of him. and the first time they kissed. her heart almost broke and she breathed in.
The smell of peppery incense filled the streets. Iymrame was dazzled by it. The smell was like burning and flowers and so many other disconnected things. She wandered through it like through a dense fog.
aroma smoke, gum, burn fire, perfume yum, cologne, woman, earthy, man, long stick burning bright, smell breathe, setting mood, anger threat, inflamed wrath towards those who burn you,kindled fire,
aroma smoke gum burn fire perfume yum cologne woman earthy man long stick burning bright smell breathe setting mood
incense
He was furious, incensed at her behavior. How could she show him up like that, in front of respectable company. He knew what this meant to him, how we had struggled to get ahead, climb the ladder, become a partner. How could she? He took the revolver from the bedside drawer and fingered it. Tears sprung forth in his eyes, and slid warmly down his cheeks.
He was furious, incensed at her behavior. How could she show him up like that, in front of respectable company. He knew what this meant to him, how we had struggled to get ahead, climb the ladder, become a partner. How could she? He took the revolver from the bedside drawer and fingered it. Tears sprung forth in his eyes, and slid warmly down his cheeks.
this is smelly. it reminds me of church. i used to go when i was younger and more impressionable. i don’t go anymore. sometimes i like to think there is a higher power. but i know there isnt. religion is for the weak. who dont believe in themselves so need someone else to believe in them instead.
the smell of incense lingered in the air as the cat walked over to the couch and jumped into my lap.
Smelling. Smelling so good right now.
Incense, like a candle? Okay sure, Ill play. Incense is over-rated. Sure the smell of strawberry or apple in theory is great. But in practice all incense smells the same. You end up feeling as if you are in an opium den.
a product of the 60’s generation.
incense
most of them smell really bad. i cant concentrate im watching something about coyotes on the news.
incense reminds me of shoes that smell bad and u try to cover it with incense.
a scented smell, peaceful and often involves meditation. Very relaxing and spiritual. Relates to Buddhism and “om” or “perfection”.
You don’t know how it happens and what made you live a life like this, but you it happened and you do every day. After work you take the expedient drive home alone, open the door alone, go to your bedroom alone, light the incense alone. Whenever the smell hits you, maybe cinnamon or some foreign parfum, you have to ask: How’d life get this way?
What the hell is up with incense? That stuff smells like shit, I’m telling you. I don’t understand why the Magi thought it was awesome enough to bring it to baby Jesus. I’m sure Jesus didn’t exactly appreciate it, I mean if I was Him I wouldn’t be too thrilled with someone bringing that smelly stuff to my crib. But I don’t know, maybe back then everyone was so used to smelly stuff that incense didn’t bother them. Since no one bothered to bathe back then, anyway.
Smell
Don’t really like the way they smell. Don’t know why my friend Anna is so obsessed, but hey it’s her birthday I’ll get her whatever she wants. I just don’t get it.
are really smelly and they make my eyes itch and i CANT STAND when nick decides to light them. we dont need them. i think he uses them cuz his cousin has used them before. but they are so damn irritating. well, some are nice i suppose. but not sandlewood. fuck sandlewood. that one smells terrible. awful. i cant think of one that smells nice.
I was mad and there was a smoky pungent fragrance hovering in the air, mixing with my anger…forming a face, a mischievous one that smelled like sandalwood and musk. A crazy one. Incense that, will ya?
Incense ran up through my nose and settled into the brittleness of my skull, and I sneezed.
“Wasteful,” the woman muttered. I apologized.
“No sorry!” She flapped a hand, and a little ripple-snake-vine of the smoke swirled around it. “Just no do anymore.”
I nodded. My nose stung.
Insensitive people really piss me off. More often than not, the dudes I meet up with are concerned only for their well-being, their social status, their like’s and dislikes. What does this tell me? Tells me I have no interest in knowing any more about them.
The scent wafted through the air like cinnamon buns, the smoke rising and falling in time with our bodies. its was a heady scent, and it urged us on.
He stormed along the footpath, kicking a small stone and scuffing his shoes. How dare she!! All over a couple of small aromatic sticks that he liked. What did it matter if he chose to burn them in his bedroom. How dare she incense him over incense.
A wisp of smoke drifted with a large gust of wind; it was swirling over the country side. An old man lay dying in battle. As the smoke reach the far corners of his lost home, the man staggered his last breath and was gone forever.