Some of my earliest and sweetest memories involve sitting on the sofa in my best outfit, alongside my siblings in a tidy living room, uunsi [frankincense] burning in the background, waiting for our guests to arrive. When uunsi burned it was a warning of sorts: The meal was made, the guests were on their way, the day had begun, and, sometimes, mamo was going to a wedding.
— Read more in The Scent That Takes Me Back Home, Wherever I Am at Architectural Digest. Hat tip to Kevin!
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