incnese smell good sometimes sometimes teh brning take over the scent. usualy black or ethnics use it. To get rid of smells. Light it purify the house, maybe we need 3 putncense in our life, to purify us. get rid of things. Grandma said cause peace
Incense, it burns. The flames opening within your soul. You smell the scent left behind. Burning what is left of the past. You turn around and say goodbye.
smelly stuff. something you can tell from a mile away, just like anything else. the sweet smelling reminder of an old memory you had thought you had forgotten.
The incense filled the room in wispy swirls. It’s smell was pleasant and comfortable. It reminded me of those pictures of sunflower fields with the sun shining as bright as possible, it might burst. I could practically feel the sunshine adorning my skin. I close my eyes and picture a place, any place better than here. It’s funny how a certain smell can hide the ugly truth. I think I’ll just close my eyes forever. I’ll let the scent soak me up. I’ll let it take me away.
She was a graceful figure that smelled of cinnamon and crisp apples as she rushed passed me. The room was of tasteful decor of bloody, rich red and poison purple, the same shade as the poison an assassin may slather along the blade of his hidden knife.
He was the same, the same tall figure, the same person that blended so easily into the crowd. He, I noticed, smelled like a musty old ship that’s been washed up on the steamy, longing shore for ages, the very ship that’s merely a shell of its former glory.
He made his way through the talking, ignorant people, his sharp incense filling my nose and nearly choking me. With a daring look in his eye, he walked straight up to the beautiful woman that was so delicate, her air so full of cinnamon and apples, and before I could stop it, a scream escaped her lips, and the same bloody red that painted the walls now painted the musty man’s hands.
I’ve never stood in shock for so long, never wanted to cry at the incense of cinnamon, apples, and an old ship.
I’m intrigued my incense. Not Catholic. Not a Wiccan. Scared to partake in rituals thought to be wicked. But sometimes I light an apple-cinnamon candle, vanilla, black currant. Pretend they’re sticks or glass jars of wax with faces of saints. Atmosphere, experience, a haunting, and yet–a peace. A candle-flicker, a scent summons words, images, memories. The nose. The most powerful of the memory-holders. I’ll take it all–the scents of my youth. Burn it like a sweet incense. Until it’s scorched.
The sweet smells of perfume hits my nose. A calming sensation. I feel as though I am floating down a river with the soothing sound of an orchestra playing in my ears. Life couldn’t be any better than it is, but somehow I get the feeling that downstream lies something greater.
The sweet sweet smell of cinnamon fill the room while you are reading your favorite novel. You look up and you see the incense, and the smoke of it is floating up. You watch the smoke and you notice that there are some designs in it, so you watch it longer. The longer you watch you see that the designs are becoming more to heart to you. You try to read the book that is in your hands again but you can’t concentrate on it. You keep thinking about the designs of the smoke. It calms you and you don’t know know why, you just watch.
I always wake up to the smell of incense every morning. My mom is a lunatic when it comes to incenses. Whether it’s apple spice or banana pudding. The house always smells fabulous, due to the fact that we have all these different smells that are just breathtaking. I love incenses.
You smell incense burning you smell a little bit of heaven. Incense in all different scents my favorite is lavender. Incense burning in the morning. Incense burning at night. One thing I’ll always remember is the smell of lavender incense.
A soothing spice something good something you want. You burn the smell out of the old disgusting object. But you want it you want what that old disgusting object gives to you because it gives you that feeling you want.
Beautiful. She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. Even when she was working at the gym, sweating from pores and areas she didn’t even realize possible, she was still beautiful. Flawless even. She didn’t wreak of sweat or body odor. She smelled of her favorite incense, without flaw. Beautiful. Brilliant. Kind. hyliyuyftdgky
My mom hates incense. One time she explained she thinks it’s rude to burn them. I still don’t understand what she means. I suppose they make the room stuffy, but the only time I’ve watched them burn the room has been filled with a different kind of smoke, so I don’t really know. She caught us once, burning them.
“It smells like a hippie van in here.” wide, red eyes stare at one another. We force a laugh when we realize she’s only talking about the incense.
“Don’t burn the house down,” she laughs. The room distorts as she closes the door behind her and we laugh and laugh and laugh.
candle
waking up in the night to smell Morgan’s powerful incense heater thinger
Dylan packing his car full of strawberry incense that made me what to throw up because it is so strong and I hate strawberies
Suddenly the room filled with that familiar smell. It was if though there were incense burning in that space. It smelt of love, happiness, and most importantly, home.
I walk into my room as the smell of incense smells the air. It inspired me to write like I never have before. I sat down and didn’t stop writing. I kept writing until there was no space left.
Good smelling scent that smells very good and helps relieve stress. Kind of bitter smelling but also sweet at the same time. Can be in oil form or other form.
The first thing that comes to mind is fictional characters from majical movies like harry potter or something else. Like lord of the rings all those kind of movies those are the ones that came to my mind. I also thought about chicken because I love chicken and it is always good.
I don’t really know what incense means. I think it is something that is like a fragrance or perfume. In a sentence it could be the incense smelled really nice. Incense, incense, incense, it is making me very mad. I’m almost out of time.
Frankincence and Myrh. I think of the baby Jesus and the three kings that brought him gifts. I think of the star above the manger and the Shepard that saw it.
my mom lights them in the house and they smell really good and sometimes the smell is too strong and it makes me feel like im choking but I like them because they are relalxing and they scare we because I feel like they can start a fire
Incense is the word that I have to write about. I have sixty seconds to write about this word. This word is a nice smelling thing like a spice. It is something given to people that smells good.
Seriously, you could have come up with a better word for our first day of doing this in 7th grade. No one knows what this word means. The one minute timer is stressing me out.
I was thinking about how the holy incense of mass consecrates dead bodies at funeral services.
Incense is something that they burn at church. My grandma liked the smell but it always makes me feel dizzy. I think that that is because it is such a strong scent.
the first thing that i think about when i see the word incense is a smell or aroma. I think of the three wise men and how they brought gifts to baby Jesus and one of them was incense. I think incense smells really good and it is used as like a soap.
Incense is a word that means to not be sensible I think. I have nothing to say so I will write about something random. The pig went to farm and jumped over the moon. I ma really clueless right now.
The smell of incense filled the room. Lavender, daisies, all kinds of flowers and herbs. I could see a thin, burning candle in a small jar. Was that where it was coming from?
So, I always go to India every other year. When I enter a temple or a house, it smells of incense. Maybe it’s because of the oil and wax they have in houses. It smells delicious. Whenever I think of a holy place, incense comes to mind
Incense is a scent. It could be from that scented candle that your mom gave you, or that trash you threw out two days ago. My favorite incense is honey. I wished there was a bacon flavored incense. When I think of incense, I think of candles or those things in those Hindu temples
Incense is a word that explains a scent of something and it has a unique smell. A lot of time incense are essential oils. I have smelled incents in church. The only scent I know is Frankincense
Incense is a scent. It could be from that scented candle that your mom gave you, or that trash you threw out two days ago. My favorite incense is honey. I wished there was a bacon flavored incense. When I think of incense, I think of candles or those things in those Hindu temples.
The smell of incense leaves me incensed. Insence makes no sense. Incense is inessential for my well-being. Why incense and incensed?
incnese smell good sometimes sometimes teh brning take over the scent. usualy black or ethnics use it. To get rid of smells. Light it purify the house, maybe we need 3 putncense in our life, to purify us. get rid of things. Grandma said cause peace
Incense, it burns. The flames opening within your soul. You smell the scent left behind. Burning what is left of the past. You turn around and say goodbye.
smelly stuff. something you can tell from a mile away, just like anything else. the sweet smelling reminder of an old memory you had thought you had forgotten.
The incense filled the room in wispy swirls. It’s smell was pleasant and comfortable. It reminded me of those pictures of sunflower fields with the sun shining as bright as possible, it might burst. I could practically feel the sunshine adorning my skin. I close my eyes and picture a place, any place better than here. It’s funny how a certain smell can hide the ugly truth. I think I’ll just close my eyes forever. I’ll let the scent soak me up. I’ll let it take me away.
She was a graceful figure that smelled of cinnamon and crisp apples as she rushed passed me. The room was of tasteful decor of bloody, rich red and poison purple, the same shade as the poison an assassin may slather along the blade of his hidden knife.
He was the same, the same tall figure, the same person that blended so easily into the crowd. He, I noticed, smelled like a musty old ship that’s been washed up on the steamy, longing shore for ages, the very ship that’s merely a shell of its former glory.
He made his way through the talking, ignorant people, his sharp incense filling my nose and nearly choking me. With a daring look in his eye, he walked straight up to the beautiful woman that was so delicate, her air so full of cinnamon and apples, and before I could stop it, a scream escaped her lips, and the same bloody red that painted the walls now painted the musty man’s hands.
I’ve never stood in shock for so long, never wanted to cry at the incense of cinnamon, apples, and an old ship.
I’m intrigued my incense. Not Catholic. Not a Wiccan. Scared to partake in rituals thought to be wicked. But sometimes I light an apple-cinnamon candle, vanilla, black currant. Pretend they’re sticks or glass jars of wax with faces of saints. Atmosphere, experience, a haunting, and yet–a peace. A candle-flicker, a scent summons words, images, memories. The nose. The most powerful of the memory-holders. I’ll take it all–the scents of my youth. Burn it like a sweet incense. Until it’s scorched.
The sweet smells of perfume hits my nose. A calming sensation. I feel as though I am floating down a river with the soothing sound of an orchestra playing in my ears. Life couldn’t be any better than it is, but somehow I get the feeling that downstream lies something greater.
The sweet sweet smell of cinnamon fill the room while you are reading your favorite novel. You look up and you see the incense, and the smoke of it is floating up. You watch the smoke and you notice that there are some designs in it, so you watch it longer. The longer you watch you see that the designs are becoming more to heart to you. You try to read the book that is in your hands again but you can’t concentrate on it. You keep thinking about the designs of the smoke. It calms you and you don’t know know why, you just watch.
I always wake up to the smell of incense every morning. My mom is a lunatic when it comes to incenses. Whether it’s apple spice or banana pudding. The house always smells fabulous, due to the fact that we have all these different smells that are just breathtaking. I love incenses.
You smell incense burning you smell a little bit of heaven. Incense in all different scents my favorite is lavender. Incense burning in the morning. Incense burning at night. One thing I’ll always remember is the smell of lavender incense.
A soothing spice something good something you want. You burn the smell out of the old disgusting object. But you want it you want what that old disgusting object gives to you because it gives you that feeling you want.
Incense can either be the worst thing or the best thing you’ll ever smell. There are goodness to it and badness to it.
Beautiful. She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. Even when she was working at the gym, sweating from pores and areas she didn’t even realize possible, she was still beautiful. Flawless even. She didn’t wreak of sweat or body odor. She smelled of her favorite incense, without flaw. Beautiful. Brilliant. Kind. hyliyuyftdgky
My mom hates incense. One time she explained she thinks it’s rude to burn them. I still don’t understand what she means. I suppose they make the room stuffy, but the only time I’ve watched them burn the room has been filled with a different kind of smoke, so I don’t really know. She caught us once, burning them.
“It smells like a hippie van in here.” wide, red eyes stare at one another. We force a laugh when we realize she’s only talking about the incense.
“Don’t burn the house down,” she laughs. The room distorts as she closes the door behind her and we laugh and laugh and laugh.
candle
waking up in the night to smell Morgan’s powerful incense heater thinger
Dylan packing his car full of strawberry incense that made me what to throw up because it is so strong and I hate strawberies
The smell hit my nose like a train. Lilac filled the room, and dread filled my heart. Lilac was always her favorite.
There I am, lying in that bed, in that house that’s not mine, but always feels like home.
Suddenly the room filled with that familiar smell. It was if though there were incense burning in that space. It smelt of love, happiness, and most importantly, home.
I walk into my room as the smell of incense smells the air. It inspired me to write like I never have before. I sat down and didn’t stop writing. I kept writing until there was no space left.
Weed. My brother’s room. Hippies. My grandma’s basement. Black, purple, red, green. Smells like fresh air, cologne, musk.
Good smelling scent that smells very good and helps relieve stress. Kind of bitter smelling but also sweet at the same time. Can be in oil form or other form.
Incense makes me think of word master challenge. I’ve seen it before so I’m boggled. I hope that I remember it because it seems so important.
The first thing that comes to mind is fictional characters from majical movies like harry potter or something else. Like lord of the rings all those kind of movies those are the ones that came to my mind. I also thought about chicken because I love chicken and it is always good.
Church, Holy Spirit, Lord, God, Religion, Christian, Smell, Blessed, Love, Care, Mass, Jesus, Christ, Savior,
I don’t really know what incense means. I think it is something that is like a fragrance or perfume. In a sentence it could be the incense smelled really nice. Incense, incense, incense, it is making me very mad. I’m almost out of time.
I don’t know a lot about the word incense. I think it has to do with spices or something along the lines of a sent.
Frankincence and Myrh. I think of the baby Jesus and the three kings that brought him gifts. I think of the star above the manger and the Shepard that saw it.
my mom lights them in the house and they smell really good and sometimes the smell is too strong and it makes me feel like im choking but I like them because they are relalxing and they scare we because I feel like they can start a fire
Incense makes me think about the baby Jesus and church. It makes me think of Church and mass on Christmas and how the have the incense everywhere.
Incense is the word that I have to write about. I have sixty seconds to write about this word. This word is a nice smelling thing like a spice. It is something given to people that smells good.
Seriously, you could have come up with a better word for our first day of doing this in 7th grade. No one knows what this word means. The one minute timer is stressing me out.
I was thinking about how the holy incense of mass consecrates dead bodies at funeral services.
Incense is something that they burn at church. My grandma liked the smell but it always makes me feel dizzy. I think that that is because it is such a strong scent.
the first thing that i think about when i see the word incense is a smell or aroma. I think of the three wise men and how they brought gifts to baby Jesus and one of them was incense. I think incense smells really good and it is used as like a soap.
Incense is a word that means to not be sensible I think. I have nothing to say so I will write about something random. The pig went to farm and jumped over the moon. I ma really clueless right now.
The smell of incense filled the room. Lavender, daisies, all kinds of flowers and herbs. I could see a thin, burning candle in a small jar. Was that where it was coming from?
So, I always go to India every other year. When I enter a temple or a house, it smells of incense. Maybe it’s because of the oil and wax they have in houses. It smells delicious. Whenever I think of a holy place, incense comes to mind
Incense is a scent. It could be from that scented candle that your mom gave you, or that trash you threw out two days ago. My favorite incense is honey. I wished there was a bacon flavored incense. When I think of incense, I think of candles or those things in those Hindu temples
Incense is a word that explains a scent of something and it has a unique smell. A lot of time incense are essential oils. I have smelled incents in church. The only scent I know is Frankincense
Incense is a scent. It could be from that scented candle that your mom gave you, or that trash you threw out two days ago. My favorite incense is honey. I wished there was a bacon flavored incense. When I think of incense, I think of candles or those things in those Hindu temples.