I used to know this girl who had the same first name as me. We got this incense that was supposed to be "Tibetan ritual incense".. who knows what it really was, but it had this divine after-smell of honey. We burned it all the time. We'd walk around with sticks of it lit, almost dancing as we swirled them through the air, infusing everything with the smoke... objects, the walls, our clothes, each other. Everything was beautiful, we were in love with our honey drenched world, and g0d was smiling on us, breathing on us.