There is something wonderfully primal about incense.
Long before we had pretty glass prayer candles, printed Tarot decks, commercially bottled magical oils, or witchy shops filled with every conceivable tool, our ancestors had fire.
They had plants.
They had resins.
And they had smoke.
Across cultures and centuries, people discovered that when certain plants were placed upon fire, something happened that felt like more than combustion. Fragrance filled the room. Smoke curled upward. The atmosphere changed.
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