“Incense”
But the gardenia incense affected me differently, carrying me off to Hawaii and those days of languorous carefreedom. The scent bore all the magic of the romantic tropical isles, of leaning, whispering palm trees and silent extravaganzas of sunset, of the wham of the smashing surf and the high white spoutings of the close-in whales, of the prongs of scarlet bottlebrush and the rose-souled umbrellas of hibiscus.