Hassanbwo

The smoke rises in the flames, A sacred dance, a sensual breath. Incense, sublime, carries the night, In spicy glow a mystery kindled. Woody depths, balsamic and pure, A spark of myrrh in the candlelight. Like prayers rising to the stars, Enveloped...

In a veil of warm gold, ambre tells stories, soft and old. Amber, like flames in the evening light, embraces the soul, promises, promises. Vanilla, sweet as a silent kiss, whispers softly: "Forget the annoyance." A whiff of incense,...