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The Story
Somewhere in the Tuscan hills, a fire is lit before any question is asked.
Sage and juniper smolder first, sharp and green, until Tuscan cypress resin catches and thickens the air with something older than words. Italian lemon cuts through the haze like sunlight breaking through smoke, bright and fleeting. Beneath it, incense from Oman rises slow and resinous, the kind burned in temples long before it reached a bottle. Cade smoke lingers last, dark and charred with woodsmoke, clinging to stone and skin alike. What remains is not incense for its own sake but a small private rite: something to light when a day needs clearing, when a room needs to feel sacred again, if only for a few minutes.
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