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 fragrance, where worlds incline.

Encens Flamboyant, a sacred glow,
A perfume that burns and shall be eternal.

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, mysteriously pure,
takes you to worlds that are eternal.

Musk, as delicate as a distant dream,
settles like dew on the morning room.
Patchouli, earthy, yet bold and free,
weaves a web of time - past in the process.

A melody of resin and embers,
embodies strength, gives courage.
Ambre - a fragrance so deep and clear,
like an embrace, eternal, wonderful.