"I came from doTERRA and Young Living. I thought I knew quality frankincense. I was wrong. This smells like walking into an ancient Egyptian temple at dawn."
What Stillness Smells Like
What the temples burned. What the mystics carried. What the land still offers those who listen.
Resins, attars, essential oils & botanical skincare. Still here. Still yours.
The First Perfume.
The Oldest Prayer.
Per fumum — through smoke. That's where the word perfume was born. You've never burned it, yet something in you already remembers.
Buried with kings. Still fragrant.
When they opened Tutankhamun's tomb in 1922, the frankincense inside still held its scent. Nothing else in the chamber did.
Three gifts. Gold was the cheapest.
Gold for royalty. Myrrh for mortality. Frankincense for the divine. The most precious offering they could carry.
Empires built around one tree.
Caravans crossed deserts from Oman to Rome. Kingdoms rose and fell to control the supply. Pound for pound, it was worth more than gold.
And now you.
One day you burn frankincense. And something in you recognizes it.
Why frankincense changes how you feel
Its compounds reach your limbic system directly. The oldest part of your brain. Before thought, before language. The part that remembers.
It calms your body at the source
Boswellic acids and incensole acetate quiet your stress response and lower inflammation at a cellular level.
One breath reaches deeper than thought
Scent bypasses the thinking mind entirely. It reaches the limbic brain first. That's why frankincense feels like an old friend, not a new discovery.
Repetition builds the doorway
Burn it while you journal, pray, or meditate. Your brain learns: this scent means peace. Three sessions and the pathway is set. You're already home.
This is why temples burned it at dawn. Why it was worth more than gold. Why the same resin has burned for six thousand years.
Every order plants a frankincense tree
Once a tear.
Now it waits for flame.
The moment it burns, 5,000 years of ritual begin again.
Passed from tree to hand to altar to you.
Sultan's Jade
Frankincense
Clarity without effort. Peace without force.
Few have burned this. Fewer still have seen it green. It comes from the highest mountains of Dhofar. Sweet as orange blossom. Soft as morning.
resin tears
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Four Doors. Four Energies.
Choose the doorway your spirit needs today.
Hojari Blend
The Daily Ground
White tears for clarity, black for warmth. The smoke most Omanis come home to.
Amber Hojari
Desert Honey
Jade aged by sun and time. What citrus becomes when it slows down and deepens.
Sacred Myrrh
Peace in Release
Warm balsam. Quiet earth. Ancient medicine for what's been held too long.
Dragon's Blood
The Red Shield
From Socotra's ancient trees. Used by shamans to guard the spirit and clear the unseen.
Everything you need.
One box. Half the price.
Choose your ritual. Every kit includes the resins, the tools, and the guidance — curated for your path.
First Flame
Your first ritual, complete
The Sacred Trinity
Three sacred resins. One ancient lineage.
Alchemist
Every resin. Every tool. The full path.
The essence, distilled
What frankincense becomes when you listen long enough. Pure oils and attars, crafted in Salalah from the same resins that have burned for millennia.
Steam-distilled in Salalah from rare green-hearted frankincense, hand-sorted from Dhofar's highest mountains. One drop, and you'll understand why this was reserved for kings.
Frankincense, sandalwood, jasmine, and rose — blended in the old way, worn close to the skin. A traditional attar that unfolds through the day, deepening as you do.
What our customers say
I grew up burning frankincense
before I knew it was precious.
I left Oman at eighteen, lived many lives in many countries, and came home a decade later to the same perfume of silence — still waiting.
"I was looking for something true. It was right here all along."
This Is How We Work.
We source raw materials from people who work with heart, from all over the world — blend them with love, and share them with you.
In Their Own Words
How these sacred offerings transformed their practice

"I've worked with high-end essential oils for fifteen years. Tried everything from Swiss suppliers to small-batch distillers. Nothing compares to this."

"Your stall isn't a shop. It's a temple. The passion, the knowledge... I've been in perfumery for twenty years and rarely feel this moved."

"The scent is priceless. It fills the room with something ancient and alive. I'll be telling everyone about this."


"The serum absorbs beautifully. Much better than my doTERRA oils ever did. My skin feels nourished, not greasy."
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