Warm Balsam
A resinous warmth rises first — thick, sweet, ancient. Like honey left in a wooden bowl for a thousand years.
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Frankincense's ancient companion. Where frankincense lifts, myrrh grounds. Where it clears, myrrh holds. Harvested from wild Commiphora myrrha trees in Yemen and carried across borders that few resins cross.
Balsamic. Earthy. A little bitter. Myrrh's smoke stays low and close.
When frankincense opens the sky, myrrh keeps your feet on the earth.
Beautiful by itself. Transcendent burned with frankincense.
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For Burning (Sacred Smoke):
Light a natural charcoal disc and wait until it glows evenly (3-5 minutes). Place 1-2 tears of jade frankincense on the hot charcoal. Allow the bright citrus-pine smoke to rise and transform your space.
For Internal Use (Anti-Inflammatory):
Chew 1-2 small tears directly for digestive support and oral health. Dissolve 2-3 tears in warm water overnight, drink in the morning for joint health.
Jade frankincense comes exclusively from high-altitude Boswellia sacra trees in Dhofar, Oman — where monsoon mists, mineral-rich soil, and intense sun create the conditions for this emerald transformation.
Harvested once yearly during the khareef (monsoon) season, each batch is hand-sorted by local families who have stewarded these groves for generations.
Shipping: All orders ship within 1 business day via tracked courier. Free shipping on orders over $85 within the continental US.
Returns: We offer a 30-day satisfaction guarantee. If jade frankincense doesn't meet your expectations, return it for a full refund — even if opened.
You've done the work. The meditation. The rituals. But something still feels unsteady. Like you're floating just above your own life.
You walk into a room and feel what everyone else is feeling. You leave conversations drained. You carry weight that isn't yours. Your edges have become porous.
You're productive, present, even successful. But underneath it all, something feels loose. Like you're hovering just above your own life, waiting to land.
You've forgotten what it feels like to be in yourself. To feel your feet on the floor and know: this is home.
The body needs something the mind cannot give. You need weight. Warmth. An ancient medicine that speaks to the part of you that existed before words.
Nature didn't design you to float. It designed you to root.
From floating to grounded. From scattered to held.
What happens when you burn Mother Myrrh? It's not just a scent. It's an anchor.
Within moments of lighting Mother Myrrh, the air thickens. Not heavy. Held. The smoke stays low, settles close, wraps around you like something ancient remembering your name.
Light one piece as the sun goes down. Let the smoke pool around you. Feel your shoulders drop. Feel your breath slow. The day ends here.
"I burn frankincense in the morning to clear. I burn myrrh in the evening to land. It's become the bookend to my day. Without it, I feel like I'm still floating when I go to sleep."
You live in your head. Myrrh brings you back down. Its compounds have been used for millennia to reconnect the scattered. Not through force, but through warmth. The body remembers what the mind forgets.
"Myrrh is how I come back to myself after holding space for others. It's not optional anymore. It's medicine!"
The word myrrh means "bitter." It was the resin of grief, of transitions, of release. When something needs to move through you and out of you, myrrh holds the door open.
"I burned this every night for a month after my mother passed. I can't explain it — but it helped me cry when I needed to, and stop when I was done. Like it knew."
Where frankincense lifts and brightens, myrrh descends. Warm. Earthy. A little bitter. Three notes that unfold as the smoke settles close.
A resinous warmth rises first — thick, sweet, ancient. Like honey left in a wooden bowl for a thousand years.
The name myrrh means "bitter." As it burns, you'll taste it in the air — rich, medicinal, grounding. The earth beneath the temple.
The finish lingers low. Hints of dried plum, dark wood, a whisper of sweetness underneath. The smoke stays close. It doesn't rise — it holds.
One rare resin. Three transformative rituals.
Rooted in 6,000 years of wisdom.
Pick the ritual that calls to you:
Light charcoal outdoors. Wait until it glows grey with fine ash. Set your intention.
Place a single tear on the coal. Watch the white jade smoke spiral upward instantly.
Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. Let the Boswellic scent ground your nervous system.
Add one small piece to warm water. Stir gently until the water begins to cloud.
Cover and rest. The water turns amber and cloudy as the resin releases its medicine.
Swish for 30 seconds, then spit. Ancient oral care for gums, breath, and mouth wounds. Do not swallow.
Frankincense lifts. Myrrh holds. This is the resin for what needs to move through you — grief, weight, the things you've been carrying too long.
The word myrrh means "bitter." It was the resin of transitions, of endings. When something is ready to leave — grief, resentment, a version of yourself you've outgrown — myrrh holds the door open.
For 5,000 years, myrrh has been the resin of the body. Gums. Wounds. Skin. Where frankincense clears the mind, myrrh heals what's broken. Inside and out.
Frankincense smoke rises. Myrrh smoke stays low. It wraps around you. It doesn't lift you out of your body — it brings you back in. For people who live in their heads, this is the way home.
Frankincense opens the sky
Myrrh keeps your feet on the earth
Pure Yemeni myrrh from wild Commiphora trees. Hand-harvested, carried across borders few resins cross, and prepared with intention.
Light the resin when you need to come home to yourself. Before bed. After a hard day. When you've been carrying too much. Within 30 days, the scent becomes a shortcut back to your body.
Scent meets intention.
Light the resin. Sit. Let the smoke settle low around you. You're teaching your nervous system that this specific scent means it's time to land.
Your body remembers first.
Something shifts. The moment the smoke pools around you, your shoulders drop before you've even noticed. What once took effort now happens on its own.
One breath brings you back.
Now you don't need the full ritual. Light the resin when the world feels heavy or you've lost yourself in your head. One breath and your body knows exactly where to go.
This is scent as grounding technology.
Your body, waiting in the smoke.
For centuries, Myrrh has been reserved for sultans and spiritual masters.
Today, most Myrrh is mass-harvested African resin. Stripped of its soul. Not ours.
The top 1% of Yemen's harvest — the same purity once reserved for sultans and sacred ceremony.
Gathered from centuries-old Commiphora myrrha in Yemen's mountains — tapped once yearly to preserve potency.
Safe to burn, steep, or apply to skin. Zero fillers, zero synthetic oils — just crystallized tree resin.
Partner families harvesting these trees for five generations. Every order plants a Boswellia sacra seedling.
"I tried 7 brands before Sacrasoul. Nothing comes close to this purity."
"The scent transformed my meditation. I finally understand what 'sacred' means."
"The only resin I use in my studio. Students always ask what it is."
Sacred Promise
Use Sacrasoul for 30 days. If your space doesn't feel more still, more sacred, we'll gladly refund you for the unused portion.
We harvest this resin by hand from sacred frankincense trees in Oman.
We know what you're receiving. You will too.
Sacred Reciprocity
5% of every order plants a Boswellia sapling in Dhofar and supports the harvesting families who've tended these groves for generations.
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Ancient resin prized for millennia. Rich, earthy, and deeply meditative. Pairs beautifully with frankincense.