There are many beautiful temples in the world, built during those glorious times when humanity still believed in the power of Gods and tried to please them for the sake of their own prosperity and spiritual guidance. India is known as the country with the largest number of temples in the world, but there is one temple complex that always stands out in its uniqueness: Khajuraho. With statues of couples engaged in intimacy in its most open form—shockingly for the 9th to 11th centuries CE, when most of the local temples were built—Khajuraho stands out as the most mysterious and controversial expression of human spirituality and the mysteries of Tantra.

Khajuraho Temples are not among the most visited in India. The reason is that Indian perception of sexuality has undergone a massive transformation over the past millennia, possibly due to Mughal influence, or more likely due to its own changing relationship with once-dominant cosmological concepts of the Vedas—towards a primitivization of what was once a complex relationship between a mortal man with his desires and virtues, and the divine, for the sake of wider society. From a sacred act of Tantra and transcendence from animal to divine, as Tantric practitioners saw it, sexuality in India has become a sort of taboo, hidden beneath religion and censored by a largely repressed society that is mostly incapable of comprehending the legacy of Tantra today. Khajuraho complex is a grey swan among white swans—belonging to the same tribe but often seen alone due to its uniqueness. Welcome to the most mysterious and controversial temple complex on Earth: Khajuraho.

We travelled to Khajuraho, located in the Indian state of Madhya Pradesh, from Kanpur, UP—the home of my beloved Spiritual Master for 10 years, from 2006 to 2016, before he passed away. He is still my spiritual guide, and will remain forever.

It was a cold and foggy January morning in 2009, when winters in North India turn really harsh and humid, often unpleasant, with temperatures dropping to +5°C at night—a massive contrast with the scorching hot summers, when waves of oven-hot air travel from the deserts of Rajasthan and Punjab, hitting Uttar Pradesh with heat up to +45°C.

When we told our Guru about our intentions to travel to Madhya Pradesh for a sightseeing visit to the Khajuraho complex, he immediately but gently disapproved of the idea, though he did not insist on abandoning it altogether. So we got a “ticket to ride,” but our trip was not blessed by our spiritual guide.

We left early in the morning with the idea of reaching Khajuraho before sunset, staying one night at a hotel, and then leaving the next day after spending enough time at the site. We hired a good-quality Honda car, almost brand new and in great condition—a comfortable and “lush” choice for those days in India. The trip was long and exhausting at times, not peaceful, with many stopovers for snacks or a cup of tea—recklessly bought at random roadside restaurants and cafés of questionable hygiene. We bought a few hot samosas at one of the road stops, which proved to be a costly mistake. A few hours later, after many bumps and jolts due to the poor condition of the roads in Uttar Pradesh, our stomachs exploded with pain, and we had to stop midway for a short recovery break—yet another one on our path to Khajuraho.

After a certain purification and restoration of calm, we recommenced our journey with the intention of reaching Khajuraho before sunset.

Finally, we arrived at our destination around 5 p.m., when the local temples were preparing for evening puja (worship). We decided not to wait and, before checking into our hotel, rushed to attend a puja in one of the Shiva temples. The temple was small, with a black Shiva Lingam (phallic symbol) in the center and plenty of candles and oil lamps everywhere, so there was no need for electricity at all. The puja was led by a priest, a rather small man in his 60s, with round black eyes and a little beard. He was atypical for a temple priest, as he did not have many of the distinctive signs—such as a long toga around his torso or a bell with a handle to ring at intervals, as we often saw in temples across India, especially in the South. At the same time, he did not look like an ordinary man; he was definitely a special character with a mysterious aura around him. Perhaps he was not a priest at all, but the local people stood in a queue seeking his blessings. So we joined the queue too and were blessed with a short mantra whispered over our heads and a piece of vibhuti (holy ash) applied to our foreheads.

The energy of the temple was unlike that of other Hindu temples in the North we had visited, and totally different from the energy of churches in the West—especially the Orthodox churches we grew up with. The energy of the temple was a reflection of the cosmos at night: deep, dark, and mysterious, full of stars. It did not have one single note or frequency, as we know from Orthodox churches known for their high vibration of love and divine grace. There was immense power—Shakti—grossly concentrated and locked between the temple walls, trying to escape, unable to live within its confines. Perhaps the energy was a bit primal and basic, but in a very conscious way, as one would expect a rock or mountain to carry a higher consciousness. There was nothing sexual about the energy of the temple, but sheer power and greatness—Shiva’s presence. The energy represented the Universe as a whole: undivided, complete, yet full of force and dynamism. It was like a womb—protective and secure, but at the same time too powerful to be contained.

The fragrance of the temple was a mix of a fragrant Flora with added notes of coconut and even chocolate — possibly because a raw coconut had been used during worship before our arrival—with mossy and mineral notes emanating from the thousand-year-old walls of the temple that had seen everything: from the glorious days of the Chandella dynasty to the dark days of the Mughals, when many temples were destroyed. The walls were made of porous black stone, typical for Shiva temples found in South India. Those walls always emanated warmth—regardless of the weather—another mystery to be solved. I was always impressed by the choices of ancient temple architects who selected materials for temples so wisely, using only the most suitable stone for energy and grace preservation, capable of perfectly absorbing the fragrances of agarbatties burned in the temple and the fruits and offerings used in puja—milk, coconut, and various oils.

I still see us standing inside that temple today—somehow time froze, and we remained in the past, locked inside, as if within a black hole that transcends space and time.

If you wish to experience our fragrant interpretation of Khajuraho, try our Khajuraho Temple Incense sticks — created to capture the atmosphere and sacred scents of the temple we once visited.

To be continued.

It has been a long-established tradition for us to visit India every December-January, and this time we returned to meet both our old and new suppliers. The trip was both fun and a dive into history. We uncovered many previously unknown details about the old, happy times—long lunches and dinners with our esteemed suppliers were not only enjoyable but also informative and educational. Below, we’re excited to share our findings.

But first, I’d like to express my gratitude for the many spiritual gifts we received this time during our meditation at Sri Ramana Ashram in Tiruvannamalai, at the foot of the holy Arunachala Hill.

Many of you have seen our video from Meena Perfumery in Bangalore. If you haven’t watched it yet, please take a look here. 

Padam Ji, the owner of Meena, shared a couple of amusing stories about their interactions with Paul Eagle of Happy Hari. Initially, Paul did not have direct contact with Meena Perfumery and was purchasing Meena Supreme from a reseller, who marked up the price by 20%. Paul, ever persistent in seeking direct contacts with manufacturers, one day showed up at the factory in Bangalore. He requested that Meena does not disclose his direct discovery to the reseller, thus beginning to buy the incense directly from the factory at a better price. Once, he ordered a large batch of Meena Supreme for the UK. Notably, the incense sticks’ tips are green, a feature not for aesthetics but to indicate the morning shift’s production; the afternoon shift’s sticks had no colour. A batch made by the afternoon shift was mistakenly sent to Paul, arriving with plain tips. Paul, upset, called Meena Perfumery, fearing customers would reject the incense without the green-tipped “trademark.” Eventually, both parties laughed over the misunderstanding. Paul’s attention to detail and customer perspective were indeed remarkable.

Another supplier, the maker of second generations of Nag Champa Gold and Oudh Masala, recounted how Nag Champa Gold was initially hand-made. As demand exceeded supply, they purchased 50 incense-making machines to meet the needs adequately. Paul was known for his generosity and timely payments, often sending money upfront, highlighting his trust in his suppliers. In those days, agreements between incense importers and suppliers were built on trust, without formal contracts.

Did you know the most recent version of Happy Hari Oudh Masala differed from the original? As noted by a customer from the Netherlands, who collaborated with Paul Eagle for local distribution:

“The same applies to Oudh Masala: the one we received from you in September had a dominant mint note and is truly as described on your website—although a bit too minty for our taste. However, we reordered because it reminded us of the original Oudh Masala from Paul Eagle from 10 years ago, which had more barnyard and ambergris notes; we only have a few sticks of that left.”

The good news is that we have managed to find that original Oudh Masala incense, which Happy Hari ceased selling due to the rising cost of materials. We are thrilled to announce that we will start selling this old legacy Oudh Masala in May. It closely resembles the current variant on our website but with less pine and mint notes and more pronounced agarwood notes. We invite everyone who has purchased Happy Hari’s old Oudh Masala to get in touch and confirm if it matches their memory. We will publish your review on our site. This will be fun! If you remember the old Oudh Masala’s scent, please email us, and we will send you a sample for free!

What our dear customers say in December warms our hearts and fills us with gratitude. Their feedback is a true gift during this festive season. It is so pleasing and soul-nourishing to receive reviews like these. It is like bathing in the sun during the cold winter. Thank you all. We love you.

The incense sticks arrived on Dec 11th. Shipping really fast. Thank you very much for the sample incense sticks and the extra goodies. The smell of the purchased chopsticks is simply indescribable. Even a day later (after airing a 25 sq. m room) this fragrance is discreetly present. I can recommend him to everyone. Thank you very much for your work behind it. It won’t be the last time I’ll get something for my soul from you. Thank you very much. I wish you peaceful days (ps.to Germany no customs duties).

Franco, Germany

Great quality and great service! Incense is of high, long lasting quality. Package is beautiful and seller included ‘thank you’ note as well as few free samples. Great price for great product!

Tea, Croatia

The same applies to Oudh Masala: the one we received from you in September had a dominant mint note and is truly as described on your website – a little too much mint to our taste actually – but we ordered it again because it did remind us of the original Oudh Masala from Paul Eagle from 10 years ago, although that one had more barnyard notes, and an ambergris note; we only have a few sticks of those left.

Gezina, Netherlands

I’m in love with the warmth of Woody Champa. It creates such a cosy and welcoming atmosphere. The scent is balanced; sweet and spicy with just the right amount of champaca florality. I don’t want to ever miss this scent in my collection!

Irene, Germany 

The Olfactory Rescue Service, or ORS as many know it, is the oldest and most respected incense review website, covering quality incense from all over the world.

Taken from the review of our Oudh Majestic incense: 

“It’s been a long time since there was a real contender to the Oud Masala from the Happy Hari family, that nearly perfect blend of masala base and at least an approximation of a decent oud to complement it. There are also a number of charcoal based ouds out there that one might not be able to pick out a specific aroma in a line up. Pure Incense have provided a wide and almost dizzying array of oud and aloeswood incenses from Madhavadas and often the issue is less the top oils than the base. I’m not sure where Oudh Majestic came from but it’s a really good charcoal oudh and has an oil mix on top that seems constructed to display something a bit better than the usual oudh tinged colognes.”

“Balsamic Amber just absolutely impressed immediately, it’s an instant hall of famer. It’s interesting but when we talk about good incenses we can spend so much time in areas (usually the woods) where resources are precious and rewards only given to the expensive, so Balsamic Amber reminds me that you can still create something excellent without having to go there.”

Rauchfahne is an upcoming, next generation blog on incense of all kinds, written by Irene, a German incense enthusiast who not just has a rich knowledge about the topic but also makes her own incense from natural ingredients.

“Practically out of nowhere, a new own brand appears in 2023 – Bhagwan Incense – with a considerable range of high-quality incense sticks and at comparably low prices. It uses the renowned name Happy Hari to advertise its quality and also seems to repeat the story of the person behind Happy Hari – Paul Eagle: a man who travels to India to find the best manufacturers of incense sticks and these to sell to the West under its own brand name.”

As the autumn weather sets in and more rains are on the way, it is a great time to lighten up an incense, make a cup of tea or coffee and look back to the journey we have traveled. It is a time for reflection and contemplation and it is very sweet, and a bit nostalgic, to look back and see your life events through some perspective.
We have been busy packing and sending orders in September and even more so in October, and I am pleased to share some customer feedback and communication with you.

First of all, I shall thank all our beloved customers for their feedback, suggestions and giving us a chance to improve. Please do not hesitate to share more, we are here for you.

We have been getting quite a bit of customer feedback about Oudh Masala we sell. It is one of the most popular sticks, and many people are ordering it.

We have two variants of Oudh Masala in stock – an old time proven stick, which was sold by a late Happy Harri, Absolute Bliss Incense and which is best known to be the “original” Oudh Masala. We also have a more recent variant of the same stick, made by the same supplier, with added pine and mint notes, that makes the stick a more rounded, richer, full bodied version of the old Oudh Masala Incense.

Where it was possible, we have been offering our customers a choice between the two and many people prefer a more updated, recent variant of Oudh Masala with pine and mint notes.

As one customer from the Netherlands put it: “The same applies to Oudh Masala: the one we received from you in September had a dominant mint note and is truly as described on your website – a little too much mint to our taste actually – but we ordered it again because it did remind us of the original Oudh Masala from Paul Eagle from 10 years ago, although that one had more barnyard notes, and an ambergris note; we only have a few sticks of those left.”

So, when placing your order that includes Oudh Masala, please indicate which version you would like to receive. We have a very limited quantity of an old Oudh Masala left and we will not be selling it in the future, but will offer a new variant of Oudh Masala with pine and mint notes.
We love both variants, but our heart lies with the more updated version without a slight cologne note attributed to an old version of Oudh Masala. I hope it will work well for both of us.

Otherwise, we are getting ready for our January trip to India and we have very high hopes for the visit, that could generate some sensations. We have located one more small incense maker in India, that makes an exceptional incense and we are longing to offer their incense to you in the Spring 2024. It is a small family run business and incense is not made in huge quantities, which means more challenges for us to supply it if we get more demand. Fingers crossed, it will work out well.

February 2024 update: Following our regular winter incense sourcing trip to India, we have been shown the original, old Oudh Masala that Paul Eagle was selling before switching to the current version due to the rising costs of materials. We will be offering the old version of Oudh Masala starting in March 2024. Customers who still remember the old Oudh Masala are encouraged to get in touch – we will send you a free sample to verify!

In the serendipitous year of 2018, my world was forever altered when I stumbled upon the enchanting music of Estas Tonne in the depths of YouTube. What initially seemed ordinary soon revealed itself as a tapestry of extraordinary emotions woven by a solitary maestro, armed with nothing but his guitar. His music bore the stamp of passion, an inner fortitude, and a nostalgia that, rather than plunging into melancholy, danced with poignant memories. It was as if he sought something profound through his music, an ardent quest for answers, with emotions flowing not from him but through him. Onstage, he entered a trance, conjuring a delightful restlessness in the hearts of those who listened, inspiring a passionate and conscious embrace of each moment, a life steeped in gratitude for the divine Here and Now.

My days soon revolved around his videos, perpetually on loop. Gradually, an epiphany emerged – there was more to his music than met the ear. Struggling to articulate it, I found myself describing it as “a river of life,” an invisible force that surged forth with each strum. From the stage, it radiated, a potent epicenter, traversing the space and enveloping those nearby in profound meditation, as if collectively transported to another realm.

My thoughts meandered to the realm of qawwali and the legendary Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. He, too, would ignite the stage with his love for the divine, conjuring waves of sound and ishq (love), punctuated by the graceful sway of his head and hands. The stage buzzed with activity, yet the audience wore tranquil expressions, lost in muraqabah (Sufi meditation), their eyes wide open, glowing as if in prayer. It was the same phenomenon, that invisible force transcending from the performer to the audience. Was the qawwal’s performance technically flawless? Perhaps not, but it mattered not; the result eclipsed the process, and the result was nothing short of sublime.

Then, a captivating detail caught my eye: an incense stick gracing Estas’s guitar’s neck. It burned with grace, its tendrils of smoke mirroring the grace in his movements. In every performance, this incense played a role, inseparable from the music, each enhancing the other.

An insatiable curiosity stirred within me – what was the incense that accompanied Estas’s performances? For some inexplicable reason, my thoughts turned to Myrrh and Amber, fragrances that held a special place in my heart, often kindling them during my creative endeavors. Amber bolstered concentration, while Myrrh exuded mystical depths with its ethereal resonance. However, it appeared my guess was wide of the mark.

Estas had chosen an incense that perfectly complemented his artistry, crafting an ambiance where his creative spirit soared unencumbered. His choice? Sandalwood and Rose. What a splendid selection, accentuating the elegance of his music and the artistic essence of his being. While Amber and Myrrh were earthy and grounding, Estas had opted for scents that provided structure (sandalwood) without the weight of resin, and the ethereal lightness of rose, an ethereal companion for his inner flights of fancy.

It became evident that his choice of incense was a mere reflection of his character – a blend of strength, gentleness, and kindness, seamlessly interwoven. “There is no conflict if you embrace life as it is and do not fight with it,” Estas often professed. These words, golden truths, evoked memories of Sufi mystics who navigated the bustling world while keeping their hearts attuned to prayer: “Dil ba eru dast ba kor” – “Heart with God, hands in work.”

I hold the fervent wish that one day, you will have the chance to witness Estas’s enrapturing performance in your own city. If such an opportunity arises, immerse yourself in this once-in-a-lifetime manifestation of life’s essence on stage. It will transform you, cleanse your heart, and leave you with a newfound lightness that lingers for countless days, a testament to the enduring power of love and art.

As September comes to an end, I find myself frequently reminiscing about my trip to Kashmir last year. It’s a recurring pattern for me; when a particular time of the year arrives, memories of what transpired in the previous year flood my mind. This can happen not only for the previous year but also for moments from years past. Sometimes it’s triggered by a specific weather condition, a familiar fragrance in the air, or even seemingly random moments. These memories often haunt me, resurfacing during my meditation sessions or while I take leisurely walks in the park, gazing at the moon’s gentle glow through the scattered clouds in the night sky.

My desire to visit Kashmir had long been a plan in the making. It all began when I had a vivid dream of a magnificent shrine dedicated to Hazrat Makhdoom Sahib (RA), one of the greatest saints of the valley. In my dream, I stood inside his shrine, surrounded by people engaged in a sufi dhikr, their voices harmoniously chanting a beautiful prayer. Amidst them, I noticed a man with a short white beard, a common sight among Kashmiri men. He wore an unusual expression, seemingly pretending to be mad. Yet, I couldn’t dismiss him, for an overwhelming sense of bliss and blessings radiated from him with an irresistible force. I felt compelled to embrace him, even if he were the maddest of men. I knew he wasn’t insane; it was as if the Divine spoke through him, almost against his will. As I gazed at him in my dream, enchanted by the melodious dhikr, a dark woman suddenly appeared before me. She spoke loudly and urgently, attempting to convey something to me. Who was she? I couldn’t discern, but her persistence succeeded in rousing me from my dream, back to the realm of reality, to my mundane life. I woke up, pondering the mysterious encounter.

You might wonder if I encountered this man in reality during my visit to Srinagar last year. To my disappointment, I did not cross paths with him, despite spending long hours at the shrine daily, hoping for his appearance. Was he real, or was he a product of my imagination? It’s impossible to say, as many saints prefer to remain hidden from the public eye.

This dream served as my “invitation” to Kashmir, and I’ve never regretted embarking on the journey to this beautiful valley with its unique people, cuisine, and fragrances. During my time there, mingling with the locals, exploring the mountains, and visiting ancient temples and shrines in remote locations, one aspect remained constant – a profound and enchanting silence that pervaded every corner I ventured into. Silence enveloped everything, both externally and internally, in people and animals, in the mountains and the tranquil waters of Dal Lake. The people of Kashmir carried this serene silence with them, and it was this sense of peace that resonated deeply with me. There was no trace of violence on the streets or any signs of aggression in the people I encountered. Everyone welcomed me warmly, and their kindness and hospitality made me understand why Kashmir is often referred to as “Heaven on Earth.”

And then, there was my encounter with the majesty of Saffron. It marked my first time witnessing how saffron is cultivated and experiencing the fragrance of its blossoms. The saffron flower, with its inherent strength and beauty drawn from the mountains, left an indelible impression on me. It exuded a unique potency akin to that of medicine. But I’ll delve into that in my next post…

Picture: Author (Eugene) together with renowned Kashmiri writer Mohammad Ashraf Fazili

When we encounter incense sticks labeled with names like “Gold” or “Silver,” it’s tempting to smile at the idea of their magical properties. However, the true essence of incense goes beyond these whimsical titles. In this discussion, I aim to delve into how incense has the power to attract and transform individuals, shedding light on the diverse range of people who find solace in its fragrant embrace.

One common misconception I’ve held, and perhaps you have too, is that incense is primarily reserved for meditators and yoga practitioners – those devoted souls who seek to enrich their sacred spaces. Recent encounters, particularly through reading an esteemed incense blog, have opened my eyes to the multitude of incense enthusiasts with varying backgrounds and interests. It’s become clear that while incense can be profoundly spiritual, it cannot instantaneously alter a person’s character. To expect such a miracle from incense would be unrealistic. Genuine transformation requires a deeper commitment to spiritual practice.

Now, let’s pivot to the brighter side of life. I’ve had the privilege of knowing incense artisans who embody spirituality in every aspect of their lives. Engaging in conversation with them is akin to an uplifting spiritual experience. For these individuals, incense is not just a business; it’s a form of creative expression that allows them to merge with the process of crafting these aromatic sticks. It’s as though they’ve found a conduit to the divine, a channel through which inspiration and guidance flow.

I take great pride in being able to offer incense created by these masters of fragrance. They may be advancing in years, but their passion remains undiminished. I pray that they continue to enjoy good health and longevity so that we can savor their aromatic creations for years to come. Interestingly, they do not sell their incense to just anyone. Prospective buyers must undergo a lengthy interview over a cup of chai, displaying a willingness to submit to their authority. They carry themselves like spiritual guides, and to purchase from them, one must adhere to their rules. There’s no phoning in an order from London or Paris and having it shipped via DHL. They insist on face-to-face interactions and spending quality time together. This is why we dedicate several months each year to travel to India, where we engage in a fruitful exchange of knowledge with these masters.

As I sit in their shops, I marvel at their creative process and the fervent discussions surrounding new fragrances. They involve their entire family in the decision-making process, occasionally soliciting my opinion. I often remark that incense has a distinct scent in the West due to differences in humidity and overall weather conditions. In India, incense must contend with a multitude of spices and aromas. After extensive testing, they introduce new incense at the local temple, closely monitoring the temple’s atmosphere for any shifts. This is a genuine experiment for them, with profound implications, as they believe. Consequently, they only present their finest offerings at the temple, sparing no expense. Once a new fragrance has passed the most rigorous spiritual test, they initiate mass production.

Picture: Author`s wife Olga at Arunachalesvara Temple in Tiruvannamalai, Tamil Nadu 

There was an incense and there was The Incense, the only one and the best – Dhuni….

“Dhuni incense has been an intense labor of love from start to finish. As long term travelers to India we spent years scouring the heartland for incenses of all types, always coming close but never truly discovering something we felt was the real deal, an incense that would capture the very essence of a long tradition, now almost extinct in India. Finally, one unlikely day, the Eureka moment arrived. Sitting on a non descript street sipping chai we smelt the first waft of an incense that seemed too good to be true: woody, utterly pure and natural, a magical near mystical blend of oils, ground resins, fragrant botanicals and more. Instantly, we set about finding the origin and the rest…. is history.”

This is how Dhuni Incense came into existence. It enjoyed a great following in the West and received many positive reviews on Olfactory Rescue Service, the leading incense blog.

The founders of the brand, a young British couple, much like ourselves, spent a great deal of time traveling in India and trying thousands of sticks from different manufacturers. Until they found something raw, gigantic, fresh, out of the box: some Dhuni Sticks were massive and thick, with three sticks making a 15-gram packet. The incense was full of essential oils and fragrant resins, as if the person making it wanted to prove their devotion to God through each stick. The maker of the incense did not differentiate between incense making and their spiritual practice; they were absorbed into the creation of the incense, which was their prayer and meditation.

This is what founders of Dhuni were saying on their web-site in 2013: 

“Luxurious hand rolled natural incense sticks from India…

• Blended by a legendary Indian master incense maker
• Entirely handmade through every aspect of the process
• No chemicals or glues of any kind
• Sumptuous blends conveying the essence of traditional Indian agarbatti
• Perhaps the last true artisan incense still being produced
• Excellent customer service and shipping options
• Quite simply the most extraordinary olfactory experience of your life

Why are you called dhuni?

The name dhuni means ‘sacred hearth’: the fireplace around which India’s holy men sit and offer plant materials to mother earth. dhuni Natural Incense is, we sincerely believe, the only place in the Western world where its possible to buy incense of this quality and, trust us, it’s almost impossible to find now in India either.

The Essence of Bhakti

These long burning joss sticks are a living tradition, the result of incredible plant knowledge, blending know-how, and artisanal skill. Conveying the essence of bhakti – devotion – these sticks convey a reverence for Mother Earth and all her creations, and to light a match to one is to recreate in miniature the sadhus fireplace, into which objects are thrown in consecration, and to purify the animate world.

Protecting an Endangered Tradition

We offer them to you with love, and with the hope that this endangered tradition find means of continuation in India. Overtaken by mass production, and a huge influx of low quality ecologically harmful imitations, the Indian agarbatti market is under threat. Traditional incense made properly is a real rarity now, and it’s our dream that Dhuni goes a small way to helping it survive. In the future we hope to do more for the protection and sustainability of this industry but for now, just buying these sticks will help.”

Dhuni started in 2010 and ended its magnificent existence in 2013. It was like a shooting star, so bright and enormous. We don’t know the reasons why the company ceased its operations but we are grateful to the founders of Dhuni for their service to humanity and a rare gift they brought to the West.