Steppe

Thank you for the incense — now I feel like I'm home, in Luhansk 😢❤️

Hi. I wanted to leave you a review about the incense sticks. 🤍 I grew up in the Cherkasy region, and in summer at our relatives' place in the village we would often light a bonfire and sit by the fire almost until morning. When I lit your “Steppe” stick on my balcony in Toronto — all the memories of those summer evenings came rushing over me, and until it burned out I sat there crying and smiling, remembering those carefree moments. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for what you do 🙏🤍

Lit up some Dukhmian incense. Now the whole house smells like an apiary out in the steppe

I waited so long for the Steppe incense to arrive. And this is exactly how I pictured it. When you — a child of the Poltava region — step outside on an April evening, and everything around you is wrapped in the lingering haze of smouldering wild herbs. And you grab your bike and ride out to the steppe, so that for a whole week afterwards that scent stays right under your nose: the scent of light, carefree days and wormwood, when the only problem that existed was choosing the perfect stick to run around the steppe with.