Description

You are inside the ancient temple high in the hills of Tibet. The old weather worn, and wrinkled monk slowly beckons you in his saffron robe. “I think you will appreciate this”, he says softly. He shows me an ornately carved chest with gold leaf inlaid in its top and sides. He motions that I should kneel down. He almost reverently and gently opens the casket. “Take a deep breath and smell”, he whispers. “For over 800 years we have stored our incense here” ……….