St. Rose
Every sanctuary has its own particular stillness.
My little town had two Catholic churches: St. Anthony’s and St. Rose. I loved going to St. Rose because it was an older building, the lights were very dim, the red velvet seats and red carpet was accented by the gold ornaments and brass instruments played by the Latino band. 
The air was thick with incense and music. The space was sacred and alive. It was dark and sweet. It was beautiful. 
 
Technical Notes
Top
Frankincense Sacra
Bergamot
Pink Pepper
Heart
Rose Absolute
Olibanum
Opoponax
Cedarwood
Base
Amber Accord
Labdanum
Benzoin Siam
Oakmoss
Animalid
Galaxolide
 
Things You May Notice
Cold stone beneath your feet.
The echo of a heavy door closing.
Dust motes dancing in red light.
A silence that feels older than the building.
A prayer you forgot you knew.