Frankincense
Itasca89
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The eternal City
On a day of merciless heat, a half-open door makes its way through a church. Inside, relief: shade, coolness, silence.
The air is saturated with incense, but not heavy, not the dense smoke of solemn liturgies, but a clear, soothing breath. Here the sacred is human, mundane and intimate.
An incense that does not impose the threshold of the divine, but invites one to pause, to feel welcome. A fragrance that is shelter, like the coolness hidden in the churches of Rome when outside, the city burns.
The air is saturated with incense, but not heavy, not the dense smoke of solemn liturgies, but a clear, soothing breath. Here the sacred is human, mundane and intimate.
An incense that does not impose the threshold of the divine, but invites one to pause, to feel welcome. A fragrance that is shelter, like the coolness hidden in the churches of Rome when outside, the city burns.
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