I introduce incense.
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, My morning incense ... The sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come ... glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.
'The Hasty-Pudding', canto1ABC Wednesday.
Like Barlow's, these are also morning incense. Or I see them burning in the morning. Never in the evening. These incense sticks in my workplace burn endlessly. I've been here awhile. The years have accustomed me to the fragrance. Thais burn incense reverently like this one does.