From the plant stem, pole, flower, leaf, root place to grab the fragrance, placed in the nose end, a deep smell, it is the simplest smell. Afterwards, the scent of flowers and leaves is perceived and remembered by our noses. But the process of intentionally smelling a scent doesn't end there. It goes on and on and on. In other words, the beauty of incense is so intoxicating that we can't help but smell it again and again.

So, what are we looking for when we indulge in the fragrance of the world? Is it a kind of close good joy, or a fragrance filled with memory?

First, music in the smell of incense in the original mind

The fragrance of flowers and plants everywhere, the fragrance of fruit hanging on the branches, the aroma of steaming grain and cattle and sheep over the fire, and even the faint fragrance left in the palm of the occasional scrubbing of the herb, gradually became the first memory of the fragrance of our ancestors. Aroma itself, transmitting the information of food, medicinal materials. The scent is subconsciously interpreted as filling, healing joy.

Fragrance, this invisible totem, meaning good, rich, healthy, happy.

The wheel of history rolled on, leaving the primitive picking and hunting for the full grain, people began to discover and refine the aesthetics of life - dance, music, green, burning pottery, and even cooking and drinking incense. Aroma is also gradually rising to the category of "rites", people keep the heart of rites, with fragrant grass as the perfume body, with fragrance as the good mind, and one of the Jiao Jiao, Qu Yuan first.

The act of smelling incense seems to have been integrated into the national blood, and has been stretching for thousands of years in China. Smelling like drinking, there is boundless joy, a heart, Tao Tao ran, infatuated. Rosin full room, not feel the mind swim in the mountains, listen to bursts of pine, happy to forget to return; Aloes into the house, not by Jing Xin concentration, that is, as Zhuangzhou dream butterfly, forget the confusion of common things.

Two, that piece of fragrant sea in memory

No matter how deep the alley is, it can not hide the fragrance of wine. Home again far, forget rice incense. Incense, quietly into our lives, linked to our lives, constitute our lives, but also record our lives.

The piece of sweet sea in memory, have belong to "we", but "empathy" sweet atmosphere. These aromas come from everyday life and are often universal in the sense of smell. For example, the familiar smell from breast milk gives us the feeling of silky, warm milk fragrance. Another example from the ripe fruit taste of the sweet, give us a rich, moist sweet experience. The highly sought after Indian sandalwood is known for its rich sweet fragrance and rich milky fragrance.

These "universal and all pass" sweet atmosphere experience, make us can burn a furnace incense in all.

But incense moves us also because it belongs to me alone, a subtle experience known only to me, not to humanity. These aromas are derived from individual preferences and experiences, and they are more specific in olfactory experience. For example, those who drank Chinese medicine several times when they were young and were deeply frightened by the bitter taste, such as rhubarb, licorice and turmeric, all smelled the same medicinal taste. And all day long with medicinal materials dealing with the pharmacist, rhubarb smell is bitter sweet, licorice smell is sweet, turmeric smell is spicy sweet, each taste is different.

Individual difference, make sweet atmosphere was infected with a mood, had the label that personal change. So some people in the passion, only love one, this fragrance may not be the most fragrant, but there is "me" in the fragrance, the most surprising.

Conclusion

Aroma such as tea, can not speak, but you understand it, it also understand you. The love of fragrant roses, fragrance from the words of your romance and passion; Those who appreciate the faint lotus fragrance, the fragrance says you are pure and independent.

Fragrance has no foot, but can walk in different orbit of time and space. Along those familiar scents, looking back, the passage of memory was opened, the old time emerged.

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