Random Chaos

When I was a baby witch, I got most of my supplies at the local hair store down the street. All my oils and incenses were from there, as were the cloths and scarves that I put on my altar. I also got my candles from there at the time—a plain white emergency taper was the perfect size for spellwork, and white candles are the universal “lemme do a thing” candle, working on anything besides left handed workings. And as a teenager I had no business doing those in teh first place, so I wasn’t worried about those.

When I was getting my supplies from there, there was this incense that I couldn’t find anywhere else. The scene is indescribable, partly because as a kid I didn’t have the language to actually describe it, and now at my big age, I don’t remember enough details about it to get it right. I remember that it came in a metallic foil packet, and that it was called ‘sacred,’ and it was by Jehahn…and now I cannot find it at all.

This incense was my favorite smell besides straight up sandalwood. It was my ‘big gun’ incense, because finding it at the store was not a reliable thing. I used it for meditation as well as connecting to deity as I understood it at the time. Y’all, this incense would immediately put me into the mindspace required for altar time and ritual. The smoke output was generous without being strangling, and it lingered nicely in a room after it was done burning. If I was having a bad day and just needed that divine boost, I would just take a giant whiff out of the baggie.

I wish I could still find it. Searching hasn’t gotten me anywhere. But an incense that I used as an offering today at the altar put me back thinking of it, and I am once again looking.

It’d be a holiday miracle if I found it, if I’m being honest.