From Free Soul Expressions, a small moon face incense holder. "This moon face incense burner is created with concrete for a minimal & modern boho look." About 3.5" diameter, $15 at Beautyhabit.
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From Byredo, the limited edition Trois Encens set: "Uncover a sensory experience like no other with the Trois Encens set from Byredo, featuring 60 incense sticks in three of the brands’ iconic perfumes – Bibliothèque, Tree House, and Burning Rose. Handmade in Tokyo through techniques dating back to 400 years, these fragrance sticks are larger than traditional Japanese incense, which results in a slower burn time so you can take in the captivating aroma for longer. Housed inside an intricately embossed pewter holder, this coveted selection makes for an ideal gift to ignite moments of reflection and calm." £90 at Liberty.
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Aha, it’s been some years since I checked out the candle collection at Gucci, and lo and behold, they are still making candles I want and can’t afford. This one is the Mehen rose print (“The scent, Mehen, combines aquatic ingredients such as Persian blue salt, seaweed and water moss with licorice, capturing the essence of a water snake. The name Mehen is a reference to the Egyptian deity—a coiled up snake—recalling the various depictions of the symbolic animal throughout the House narrative”) and it’s $430 (house narratives don’t come cheap, my friends, but monthly payments are available), which is about $380 more than I’d like to spend and it’s an aquatic which I probably would not like anyway…
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An incense sample pack from Ume ("Try the sample pouch of natural incense: the set contains one vial of each of the current range. A great way to experience the full current offering, or as a cute gift, or as an addition to a ceramic incense burner. Multiple sticks per vial.") is $23 at Beautyhabit.
Hot & Humid: Astier de Villatte Tucson Incense & Arquiste Nocturnal Green Candle ~ home fragrance reviews
The hottest I’ve been on Earth was in Tucson, Arizona, one July, long ago. My partner and I were driving from Virginia to Los Angeles, and one day, near the end of our journey, we stopped for gasoline and lunch in Tucson. Nearing the city, the car’s air conditioning was overwhelmed; the inside of the car became stuffy, warm like an…oven. Perspiration dripped from my nose. When we stepped outside the car, we were stupefied and in the dry heat all sweat evaporated. The air was as still as the inside of a tomb (and speaking of tombs, Tombstone, Arizona, was just an hour’s drive south). Heat, visible waves of it, attacked us from all directions: below, above, sideways. We were in Hell’s reception room: 113 degrees Fahrenheit. All we needed to complete the scene was the sound of a rattlesnake’s tail in full swing…