On your skin As it lands
Orange peel over green pine.
Like the first cold air of the morning, and an orange torn open in your hands.
“Bright the second you open it, almost citrus.”
Green Hojari · Dhofar, Oman
Pure essential oil.
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Slowly distilled for six hours. A bright scent: orange peel, green pine, honeyed resin.
“I never liked frankincense oil. This one changed my mind. You can simply feel the green in the scent.”
Dhofar, Oman
Boswellia sacra grows in the stony hills of Dhofar, home of UNESCO’s Land of Frankincense. In Roman times the finest came from here, and a centurion would spend half a month’s pay on a pound.
One cut through the bark. Then the harvester waits.
The resin beads out, milk-white.
In Arabic it is luban, from the word for milk.
Only a little runs green.
Most of a day’s harvest is amber and white.
Of every 400 kilos harvested, one makes this grade. It is sorted by hand, by colour, before the still, and it is the only resin in this oil.
Distilled slowly in Salalah from the green alone. No carrier oil, nothing added.
How steam distillation works
Every batch is tested by an independent lab, Essential Validation Services: nothing mixed in, nothing watered down.
“A drop on my wrists, and a difficult conversation with someone close to me went completely differently.”
On your skin As it lands
Orange peel over green pine.
Like the first cold air of the morning, and an orange torn open in your hands.
“Bright the second you open it, almost citrus.”
On your skin A few minutes in
Golden, honeyed resin.
Warm, like late sun on old wood.
“A deep resinous warmth that keeps opening for hours.”
On your skin As it settles
Cool, clear air.
Like the mountains after rain.
“The whole room seems to settle.”
One glass wand under the cap, three moments in a day.
Swipe the wand across your palms, rub them together, cup them over your face, breathe in.
Swipe the wand across each wrist, press them together, then lift them to your nose.
Two or three drops in a diffuser, then let it fill the room.
“I’m a nurse. After a twelve-hour shift there’s usually nothing left of me. Now I switch this on the moment I’m through the door, and inside twenty minutes I go from wrung out to actually present again.”
I distil it myself, slowly, because there’s no other way to keep it honest.
I grew up in the smoke, before I knew what it was. It was in the house, in the mosque, in the air after the rain. At eighteen I left Oman to find something truer.
A decade later I came home. Now I distil in Salalah, the green resin and nothing else, sorted by hand with the harvesters in Dhofar. I didn’t start Sacrasoul. I returned to it.
ShoFounder and perfumer, Salalah, Oman
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Most simply leave the stars. Here is what some of them took the time to write.





By some mistake, a bottle of the oil came in with my resin order. Of course I smelled it, and I was enchanted. The frankincense oils I’d met before were heavy, depressing, overwhelming. But this one, you can simply feel the green in the scent. I have never encountered such a beautiful oil. I’m grateful to whoever made the mistake. I think it was destiny.

The oil reached you instead of the resin you ordered, my apologies for the mix-up. Please keep it, and I've sent your Royal Hojari resin on its way too, so you have both. Maybe it was meant to find you. Thank you, truly.
Testing the Green Frankincense Oil, I’m carried straight into my own sacred place, where resin and warmth play the leading role. It makes meditation relaxing. The scent is noble, crystal clear, sits beautifully on the skin and brings calm. It fits wonderfully into my rich incense collection.

I work with scent every day, so I’m hard to impress. I compared this to the doTERRA oil I had, and there’s no contest. This one is incredibly potent, alive in a way the others simply aren’t. Wonderful.
The oil is wonderful. I use it for facial massage and Kobido massage, sometimes just for aromatherapy. The scent is very well liked, and some of my clients would like to have it at home.
I’d braced for the heavy, church kind of frankincense. This one is bright the second you open it, almost citrus, with something warm sitting under it. My husband walked past and asked what I was wearing. I keep lifting my wrist to my nose like it’s the first time. One’s already tucked away for my mum.

I have psoriasis, a nasty, huge and very troublesome wound on my foot… I tried all kinds of medicines and nothing helped. For four days I’ve been applying frankincense oil mixed with plum-kernel oil. The effect is wonderful, it works, really :) skin has appeared under the wound, my own skin :) Thank you to the frankincense trees for growing, and to you for caring for them.
I only meant to try the Jade. A month later I had the whole shelf: the Rose, the Myrrh, the Sanctum. Each one is its own world, and every single one is extraordinary. The Jade is still the one I reach for most mornings. I’ve never spent on anything like this and regretted it less.

The frankincense has something mysterious in it; it quiets me and reminds me of the charm of ancient temples. Jade and Inner Sanctum are wonderful. They’re my absolute favourites. The Jade oil sits by my bed and I fall asleep with it every night. I recently ordered a stock of green frankincense oil, because I use it every night before bed. The scent of burning resin or oil works like a blocker for the reactive mind: it frees us from racing thoughts and eases us into meditation.
I’d chosen the brass burner from the offer, and the one that arrived wasn’t it. I felt a little deceived, honestly, and was half-ready to send the whole thing back. Then I let myself smell the resin and the oil. Everything is staying, and this time I’m buying the oils too.

You were right to be upset, the wrong burner went out and that’s on us. Please keep it, and I’ve sent the one you actually chose, so you have both, with my apologies. Thank you for giving the oil a chance before you sealed the box.
I’m a nurse. After a twelve-hour shift there’s usually nothing left of me. Now I switch this on the moment I’m through the door, and inside twenty minutes I go from wrung out to actually present again. This little bottle is worth its weight in gold to me.
I collect essential oils and I’m not easily impressed, so I’ll be plain about it: this is the best frankincense oil I’ve come across, full stop. Bright citrus first, then a deep resinous warmth that keeps opening for hours. Worth every grosz.
Today I picked up the parcel with the green frankincense. The bottle is beautiful, but… unfortunately I can’t unscrew it. I don’t want to force it and damage the bottle. […] Thank you for the help and the tip; it worked. The bottle is open and at last I can enjoy this gift of nature and savour the scent. It’s beautiful.

Good that you didn’t try to force it. Warmth should loosen the cap. Hold just the neck of the bottle and the cap in warm, not boiling, water for a few minutes. Then dry it well and try again. The oil inside won’t be harmed. If the cap still won’t give, write to me straight away. I won’t leave you with this.
In my work as a therapist I’ve used essential oils for a long time… They’re good, honest oils, but they’re manufactured… and they don’t have this power. Your oils are true and noble, they have a soul, they are true Teachers.
I’ll keep the oil. The quality is obvious straight away. The scent itself reminds me of a journey to Jerusalem; it takes me somewhere else entirely. It has a truly wonderful scent.
Years of hunting for the right scent for my treatment room, and this is the one. The moment I opened the bottle, the room changed. A client breathed in, went quiet, and said it made her feel safe. In all my years, no one had put it quite like that.
I teach breathwork, and I’ve started diffusing this through my sessions. The feedback isn’t like anything I’ve had before. People tell me they drop deeper, that they come out feeling more here. One man said afterwards that he’d been somewhere else entirely. The oil, quietly doing its work in the background.
I’d thrown money at “premium” oils that turned out to smell of nothing, so honestly I was ready to be disappointed again. Instead I got chills the moment the cap came off. I dab a drop on my scarf and strangers stop me on the street to ask what it is!

I hesitated at the price. Tried it anyway, and now I get it. This is nothing like the cheap frankincense oils floating around everywhere. There’s real depth to it, it shifts across the hours, and a little goes a very long way. One bottle has lasted me past two months.
My grandmother burned frankincense when I was small. One drop of this and I was back in her rooms, the same smell but cleaner, softer somehow. I didn’t think a little bottle could do that to me. Some things carry more than a scent, and this one carries her.

My favourite scents are on their way to me. I think I’m already hooked on it. The scent is otherworldly, addictive!
One drop on the pillow and I sleep like the room is holding me. Lavender used to be the thing I trusted, and I’ve just quietly stopped reaching for it. Now this is the first thing that goes in the bag, before anything else.
It arrived as a gift and I set it aside, sure it was just another nice oil. Then I actually used it. It doesn’t only smell beautiful; the whole room seems to settle. Two reorders later, I’ve stopped doubting it.
A lovely oil with a scent I haven’t found anywhere else, and I love the story behind it. Four stars purely because the dropper can let out a bit too much at once. Everything else is perfect, and I’ll reorder without a second thought.
I’ve kept essential oils for years and none of them do what this does. There’s a warmth in it I can’t put a name to. I diffuse it while I stretch in the evenings and the whole room feels different, softer, slower. It’s the first thing I reach for the minute I’m through the door.

The Jade oil, and its packaging, are simply beautiful. It arrived perfectly. Your oils won me over, and Jade is my favourite. Now I’ll slowly try everything else from you.
Wonderful oils whose scent I keep feeling all the time. Suddenly the day becomes so special, so extraordinary, it almost makes you want to cry. It also matters to me who I buy from. I have to feel goodness, kindness, warmth. I’m so glad I found you.
I already burn the resin at home, so I came to the oil curious and half-doubting. It holds something I didn’t think was possible to catch in oil, that green, bright top note. I touch a little to my temples when my head feels tight and it eases off. Genuinely didn’t expect that.
Third bottle. That’s really the whole review. But if I have to say more: it smells like what I imagine peace would smell like. Before sleep, during meditation, when friends are over. I’ve quietly turned at least five people into buyers.
Every Sunday evening my wife and I light a candle and set this diffusing. It’s become the hour the week finally lets go. Third bottle now, and counting.
I expected the heavy, church-like frankincense. This is the opposite, clean and bright, almost weightless. A drop on the wrist whenever the day starts to crowd, and I can breathe again. Funny that the thing I bought on a whim is the one I reach for daily.
Two drops in the diffuser and the whole flat shifts. It’s quietly retired every candle I own. A friend was convinced I’d been burning incense all afternoon, and wouldn’t believe it was a few drops of oil.
A genuinely beautiful oil, the quality is obvious and it lasts well. I’m holding back the one star only because the parcel took longer to reach me than I’d hoped. The oil itself is excellent, and I’ll be ordering again regardless.
Bought it for my wife. She does breathwork and is impossible to please with a scent. She opened it, closed her eyes, stood there a moment, then turned and asked where I’d found it. Coming from her, that’s about as high as praise gets.
Gave it to my mother for her birthday. She rang me that same evening, wanting to know where it came from, said it took her straight back to being a girl. That was all I needed to hear. I’ve since ordered one for myself.
I can’t fully explain it. Every time I put this in the diffuser my children settle within minutes, and my four-year-old has started asking me to “put the nice smell on” before bed. Whatever it is, we’re grateful for it in this house.
Clearly a high-quality oil, and lovely with it. On my skin the scent softens after a couple of hours, so I just top it up when I feel like it. In the diffuser, though, it’s beautiful and holds for hours.
Someone I trust suggested frankincense for the harder weeks. I tried a few, nearly gave up, then landed on this. It’s the one my body actually answers to. The tightness lets go, my shoulders come down, and I can breathe again.
I ordered it after reading how it’s actually made. Whoever is behind this cares, and you can feel that the second you open the bottle. It isn’t only oil. It’s someone’s attention, poured small. I know how that sounds until you smell it for yourself.
I ordered two, because I knew I’d want to pass one on. Gave the second to my closest friend, and now we just text each other “the oil” and both know exactly what’s meant. Somewhere along the way it turned into a small language between us.
Found it through a meditation group and I’m glad I did. It’s unlike any frankincense I’d met before, lighter, brighter, somehow more alive in the bottle. I put a drop in my palms and just breathe. Simple, and it does the job.
A friend brought it to dinner and went round putting a drop on each of our wrists. For a second the whole table just stopped talking. I’d ordered my own bottle before the evening was even over.
One drop in the palms before morning meditation, cupped over the face, one breath in. That’s the whole ritual. The practice is quieter now, more present, and I can’t tell you exactly why. If you know, you know.
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Jade Frankincense Oil · 6 ml
“I hesitated at the price… One bottle has lasted me past two months.”
Yes. Only the pale green resin goes into it, none of the silver or amber Hojari from the same harvest. You can smell the difference: it opens brighter and lighter than the frankincense most people know.
Yes. It is pure Boswellia sacra essential oil, with no carrier oil and nothing added. I distil it in Salalah for six hours, and every batch is tested by an independent lab, Essential Validation Services.
Swipe the glass wand across your palms or wrists and breathe in, or put two or three drops in a diffuser. On sensitive skin, mix it into a little jojoba first.
Use only a touch. If your skin is dry or sensitive, mix it into a little jojoba or sweet almond oil before it goes on. If you are pregnant, nursing or receiving treatment, ask your doctor first.
It is the same tree, distilled instead of burned. You wear it on your skin or diffuse it, with no smoke and nothing to light.
It leaves Poland, tracked, on the next working day, so a weekend order goes on Monday. Delivery to you then takes 4 to 6 working days. If it’s a gift that must arrive by a certain day, tell me and I’ll do all I can to get it there in time.
Perhaps import duties and taxes: they aren’t included in the price. Your country’s customs sets them, and the carrier may collect them on delivery. Delivery itself is free from $299, and $35 below that.
Not at the moment, I’m sorry. Until samples come back, the bottle itself is the test: open it, smell it, and if it isn’t for you, send it back unused within thirty days.
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I grew up with frankincense in Oman. In my letters, I share its story and simple ways to use it at home.
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