Love the incense. Its perfume speaks of pine forests touched by the first sprinkle of snow – of winding tracks through the Bushland sparkling with frost in the light of the early dawn and the welcoming crackle of warming fires. A sense of settling into the arms of Mother Earth to become grounded and nourished. Wonderful. This would be a top seller in the Northern Hemisphere at Alban Arthan I am sure. Smells like Christmas.