
Sun-drenched orange & pine
A bright lift of sweet orange peel over fresh green pine.
One oil opens the day. The other closes it.
Worn in turn, they give the day its shape.
Jade Frankincense begins the day: a drop on the wrist, one slow breath, a clear head. Inner Sanctum closes it, the anointing oil for the quiet hour. Six millilitres and three, in glass, with no carrier and no perfume.
Until now I never liked frankincense oil. The ones I had met were heavy, overwhelming. This one is different. You can simply feel the green in the scent. I have never encountered such a beautiful oil.
I start each morning with the frankincense oil now, it has become my small ritual.Paweł
It reminds me of a journey to Jerusalem, and it has a truly wonderful scent.Martyna S. · Przasnysz
In turn is how most wear them: the frankincense to open the mind as the day starts, the Sanctum to turn that openness into quiet when it ends. There is no rule in it. Wear either whenever you reach for it, and both if you like.
You have 30 days to write to us and send the oils back. You do not have to like them just because we made them.
No. No alcohol, synthetics or carrier oil. The morning oil is a single distillation of the resin. The evening oil is a plant composition tuned by hand. Both stay close to the skin rather than filling a room.
Yes. Each oil arrives in its own printed box, resting in its own velvet bed, with no price list inside, so either one can be handed straight to someone.
Both are available separately. Choose the bright green oil for the morning, or the deeper composition for the quiet hour.

The two oils alone are $155.
The boxes and the velvet come with them.
ships the next working day from Olsztyn · thirty days to change your mind
Jade Frankincense opens the mind: the clear drop at the wrist before the day starts. Inner Sanctum takes that openness and channels it into quiet, in the hour the day goes still. Apart, each is complete. Worn across one day they hold it at both ends. And if a day calls for both at once, wear them however you like.

One is a single plant, distilled. The other is a composition built around it. What follows is what each does on skin, in the order it does it.

A bright lift of sweet orange peel over fresh green pine.

Golden and balsamic, the frankincense itself — the old scent of sanctuary.

A clean, conifer-cool breath over soft amber-wood, opening the chest.

The lift. The same Omani resin as the morning oil, cut bright: the part that raises the mind.

The whole blend is these two. A breath of rose and jasmine sits far beneath them, there only to soften the join.

The quiet. Soft, milky Indian sandalwood that settles the mind and lets the hour be still.
Nothing to light, nothing to spray. The glass wand in the cap lifts one exact drop: the morning oil to the wrist as the day starts, the Sanctum to the pulse when it ends.

One drop of Jade Frankincense. Bring the wrist to the nose and take one slow breath.
One drop of Inner Sanctum onto the fingertips, then to the wrist or the hollow of the throat.
The frankincense opens the mind. The Sanctum turns that opening into quiet.
Dhofar, Oman · among the Boswellia sacra
In Oman, when a baby is born, they fill the room with frankincense. I was born in Salalah, wrapped in that smoke, and for years I did not realise what I had been given.
Inner Sanctum took longer than any oil we sell. It is composed by hand from the meeting of that same Salalah frankincense and Indian sandalwood, and it went through many small bottles before it sat the way frankincense sits in a Dhofari house at dusk.
The morning I was given. The evening I had to build.
A pure oil is worn for the breath, not the trail. The morning oil reads cool and clear and stays quietly at the wrist all day. The Sanctum is deeper and closer, made for the last hour rather than the room. Neither announces you.
That depends on how often you reach for them, so we will not give you a false number of days. The glass wand lifts one exact drop, and one drop is enough for one wearing. The morning bottle holds 6 ml; the evening bottle 3 ml.
Because it is pure, concentrated oil. Nothing is diluted. The materials are rare and the work is slow: green resin from Salalah sorted tear by tear, then distilled, then Inner Sanctum composed by hand in small batches until it stands the way it should. You are paying for what touches the skin, and for the patience it took.
Two things, really: Omani frankincense and Indian sandalwood. The frankincense lifts the mind; the sandalwood quiets it, and that meeting is the whole idea. A few supporting materials, a breath of rose and jasmine, a whisper of labdanum and oud, are in there only to hold the two together. It is a simple composition, deliberately. No alcohol, no carrier, nothing synthetic.
It is pure, highly concentrated oil, so treat it as one. If your skin is dry, put a carrier oil down first and the drop on top of it: dry skin meeting an oil this concentrated can sometimes react. Try a small patch on the inner forearm first, and listen to your skin. If it stings or burns, do not put more on: add a carrier oil, or leave it. Not on broken skin, not near the eyes or lips.
From Poland, from Olsztyn, to the rest of Europe. It goes the next working day, with tracking, and checkout shows the delivery cost before you pay.
Most simply leave the stars. Here is what some of them took the time to write.
Honestly it doesn't last all day, and I don't care. It's an oil, not a spray. A touch on the wrist in the morning and it's mine, close and quiet, the frankincense bright at first and then the sandalwood settling in. I reapply after lunch like a small ritual.
The frankincense has something mysterious in it; it quiets me and reminds me of the charm of ancient temples. For some time now I have been using Jade before sleep, and I think my sleep has improved. I sleep calmer and deeper. Of everything, Jade and Inner Sanctum resonated with me the most.
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 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.
I ordered as a birthday gift and everything arrived on time. The birthday girl was delighted, and so was I. The sandalwood mixed with the frankincense base is absolutely cosmic.
I'd only ever worn sprays and had no idea an oil could be like this. It's alive, bright at the top and deep underneath, and it stays close and warm on the skin. It took one evening to change how I think about scent.
Bought one for myself and then sent three as gifts. Every single person messaged me after, and two of them ordered their own. It reads as something quiet and expensive without shouting. A very easy thing to love.
Living here you get used to strong perfume oils, and a lot of it is dressed up. This is honest. A single touch, close to the skin, and it lasts the whole evening without shouting. My mother, hard to impress with scent, asked me to order her one.
I'm cautious with everything on my skin, so I tested a little first. No trouble at all, and it's lovely. Warm frankincense, a soft breath of rose, and that sandalwood that just stays close. I wear it on my pulse every day.
I already loved the Jade Frankincense on its own, and Inner Sanctum is that same resin dressed in sandalwood and a breath of rose. Some mornings I wear the pure Jade, some evenings the blend. They clearly come from the same hands.
I put a little on before prayer, on the wrists and behind the ears. The frankincense draws me inward and the sandalwood keeps me there. It begins the moment from stillness rather than noise. Exactly what I hoped for.
I grew up around frankincense and I can tell the real thing. This is proper Omani luban, the milky lemony top and the deep resin underneath, with sandalwood to hold it. It's honest and it's beautiful. It smells like home.
I don't really wear this to smell of something. I wear it to settle. A touch on the pulse, a slow breath, and the noise steps back. The frankincense and sandalwood do that. It's more a moment than a fragrance.
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.
Wonderful. A beautiful scent. A pity it lasts rather briefly, do you have anything longer-lasting? But either way, congratulations, it is very beautiful. I love these scents and I am waiting for the next ones.

Thank you, Olga. Inner Sanctum is an anointing oil rather than a perfume. It has no synthetic fixatives, so it stays close and quiet instead of projecting. Touch it to warm pulse points and return to it through the day, that is how it gives its best. — Sho
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.
The box, the glass, the oil. It arrived like something someone had cared about. My husband leans in every time and asks what it is. It's a skin scent, so it finds the person close to you rather than filling the room.
It opens bright and almost citrusy, which surprised me from an incense oil, and then it warms into resin. But it's the base I love, that creamy Indian sandalwood, soft and close. You stop smelling it and start just feeling it.
A touch on each wrist and I don't reach for anything else. It's quiet, it stays close, so people lean in rather than smell it across the room. Two friends asked what I was wearing and went a bit quiet when I said it was an anointing oil, not a perfume.
The notes keep moving. One hour it is bright, almost citrus, later it is all warm wood. I put it on before evening prayer and the room feels different. Quality you can smell.
I was worried the rose and jasmine would make it sweet or old-fashioned. It doesn't at all. It's just a soft breath in the heart, meeting the resin, never perfumey. The frankincense and sandalwood lead. Beautifully judged.
I own a few expensive niche frankincense scents and this quietly outclasses them on honesty. No synthetic amber shortcut, no loud base. Just the real resin in three distillations and a soft wood. It wears close, which I've come to prefer.
The whole thing arrives so carefully. The little box, the weight of the glass. I sat with it a moment before I even opened it, which isn't like me. Then the scent, warm and resinous, and I understood the care. Made by hand, clearly.
Most of my perfumes are too much for a small office. This isn't. It stays right on my skin, warm and resinous, and only the person beside me catches it. A colleague leaned in and asked, quietly, what it was. That never happens with a spray.
The Jade oil, and its packaging, are simply beautiful. It arrived perfectly. Now I’ll slowly try everything else from you.
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.

My skin runs dry and sensitive, so I mix the drop into a little jojoba first, the way the FAQ suggests. The scent does not change, it just sits softer, and my skin is happy. Worth that one extra minute.

That is exactly right. It is a concentrated natural blend, and dry or sensitive skin is happiest with a drop in a little jojoba or sweet almond. It wears just as true. — Sho
I have a shelf of attars and this sits with the best of them. The frankincense is the real thing, lemony then deep and resinous, and the sandalwood underneath is so soft and milky. Better than bottles that cost three times as much, and more honest than most.
A connoisseur's note: the three frankincense distillations are doing real work here. The steam-distilled top is bright, the CO2 gives it that resin depth, and the dark balsamic holds the base. Composed, not thrown together. My only wish is a slightly bigger bottle.
Bought it for my mum. She rang me almost in tears. Something about the frankincense took her somewhere. Ordering one for myself now.
We started putting a touch on before bed, one each, and it's become the last thing we do. Everything slows. I didn't expect a small bottle of oil to change how our evenings end, but here we are.
It's a skin scent in the best way. It doesn't announce you from across a room, it waits for someone to come close. My partner keeps finding it on my neck at the end of the day. That closeness really is the point.
I've smelled a lot of sandalwood scents and many are flat and synthetic. This one moves. Bright frankincense, a soft floral, and a real creamy santal at the base. That range is what tells you it's the true materials and not a lab job.
For the first hour or two the frankincense is lifted and almost lemony, lovely and fresh. Then it quiets down into resin and that soft sandalwood right on the skin. By evening it's just a warmth I keep lifting my wrist to find.
Under the frankincense and sandalwood there's a faint dark whisper, labdanum and a touch of oud I think, that gives it real depth without going heavy. It's beautifully balanced. Close, quiet, and it lingers on the skin for hours.
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.

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.
Bought the sample first because 3 ml felt small. Wrong. A little goes so far, one touch and it's there all evening close to the skin, and now I've ordered the full bottle. The sample sold me.
I'm not really a scented-oils person and I rolled my eyes a little ordering it. Then I wore it one evening and got quiet in a way I wasn't expecting. The frankincense and sandalwood do settle you. I've stopped explaining it to people.
The heart of this is proper frankincense, balsamic and resinous, the smell of the temple. There's a soft floral that comes through to meet it, gentle, never perfumey. Incense that breathes. Worth every bit of the price.
My first evening I used too much, force of habit from sprays, and it was overwhelming. This wants a single touch. It warms up on the skin and quietly stays close for hours. Once I understood that, the small bottle made complete sense.
I travel a lot and this small bottle comes with me. A touch on the wrists in a hotel room and I feel like myself again. Frankincense at first, then that warm sandalwood close to the skin. It's become a small anchor.
I read the full ingredient list and there's no 'parfum', no alcohol, nothing hidden. Just frankincense in three distillations, Indian sandalwood, a breath of rose and jasmine, a whisper of labdanum and oud. You can smell the honesty. Rare these days.
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.
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.
This is all so beautiful. Incredible. I love the oils and the incense, every one its own world. The whole package felt like a gift.
First anointing oil I've ever owned. I put a touch on before I sit in the morning and the room in my head goes quiet. Frankincense really does something. It begins bright and lemony and then settles into a warm resin and wood I keep breathing in.
I was braced for a heavy, smoky incense. It isn't that at all. The first breath is almost lemony, lifted and fresh, and then it settles into warm resin and soft sandalwood right against the skin. I keep lifting my wrist to find it.
I teach small yoga classes and I've started opening a touch into my hands at the start, then letting everyone breathe. The room changes. People ask about it every time. I'm careful about what I bring into that space and this earned its place quickly.
I gave it to my father, who never wears scent. He anoints his wrists every morning now before his coffee. He says it's the frankincense, it reminds him of church. A very quiet, dignified thing to wear.
Ordered the little 0.3 ml to test, fell for it, bought the full size, then sent one to my sister. She wrote back the same evening. That small vial really is enough to know.
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.

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.

I have never felt so cared for by a seller. Of everything I tried, Jade and Inner Sanctum resonated with me the most. All of these scents are phenomenal to me.
A touch on the back of my hands, a minute of stillness before bed, a deep breath. That's the whole thing. Somehow it tells my head the day is over. I didn't buy it expecting a ritual and now I'd feel odd without it.
Hard week. I sat on the edge of the bed and put a touch on my wrists and breathed. I can't tell you exactly what happened, only that something settled and I could breathe again. It's stayed by my bed ever since.
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’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 have worked a lot with plant medicine, and these scents connect inside me with that. When the package came I was in heaven, every scent its own. In a very hard season, breathing this in, peace returns, and a sense of safety returns. The best money I have spent.
I love resins and this is a genuinely lovely one, the citrus lift into deep frankincense and that soft sandalwood. If I'm honest I sometimes want more projection, but I know that's not what this is. It's an anointing oil and it wears close on purpose. I still reach for it constantly.
In the dark months I anoint my wrists and cup my hands and just breathe. The warm resin and creamy wood are so comforting. It's quiet and close, more of a feeling than a fragrance. I love it.
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.
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 won't pretend it's cheap, it made me pause. But once you read what goes into it and feel how little you need, it lands differently. A touch lasts the evening. I've bought perfumes twice the price with none of this feeling.
I stared at the price for a while. Then I read what's actually in it, three distillations of frankincense and real Indian sandalwood, no alcohol, and I understood. A touch lasts the evening and the bottle is still nearly full weeks later. Fair, in the end.
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.
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 just unpacked Inner Sanctum and I can't stop smelling it. This scent is divine. Strong, yes, with a real element of dry rose. For meditation this will be mandatory, I immediately feel as if I'm sitting in a temple at the end of the world. My wife says the scent changes every moment, from sweetness to something fleeting.
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.
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.
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 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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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