Incense In The Wind

Radiating Incense In The Wind - a painting by Hai Linh Le

Thursday 1 September 2022

Oriental A1 Special Bathi

 



Was in Rochester, where we used to live, for the funeral of a friend. While there I popped in to my old incense shop - Little Dorritt in Rochester High Street. There wasn't much of interest, but I found some scraps in an old  bucket of incense that didn't look good, but which I'd not heard of, so just out of curiosity I purchased some. This was one. A battered and clearly cheap incense. Most of the stuff in the bin was of singles - possibly samples. Anyway, there was an awkward moment when the shop girl was wondering how much to charge because there was no price. The previous pack she'd charged me £1, and that was clearly more professional looking, so I suggested she just charge me the same. She then got a little stressed and said she didn't know what to charge, and it might be worth more - it might be worth £2. I said that seemed a little high for what it was, that £1 for a tatty packet that was likely to only get more tatty until it was thrown away was fair. She squirmed more, so I offered £1.50. She muttered and mumbled. I have no idea if she charged me £1.50 or £2, but whatever it was it was money wasted. 

 

Little Dorrit in Rochester




This is dreadful! No idea what it was meant to smell like, but it's a cheap and nasty chemical perfume dipped charcoal stick that smells very off. There is no way it was intended to smell like this - is smells of burning diesel and burning rubber. Awful stuff - I'd left it on as I was writing this, and my daughter came in to complain of the smell. Really, the worse incense I've ever burned! Minus points as this is highly unpleasant. 


Date: Aug 2022    Score: -3