Incensed

A friend stores some great incense in one of his cabinets. It is so great, in fact, that my nose was actually drawn into the drawer containing the fragrant sticks, captivating me for nearly a minute, while I was searching for some sticky notes recently. I could only smile, one eyebrow raised, when he returned from his kitchen with some fresh beers to find my head buried in that lovely piece of antique furniture.

I still don't know if I should be pleased or concerned having heard him remark that he did not find the scene the least bit surprising.