Incense stick.

There was once a time when the slightest whiff of smoke would cause major anxiety. Because of smoke, we drove half a freezing night from Cambridge to St Helens with Ben riding the just-purchased red Ducati. Because of smoke, he left the beach campsite to live in the mountains at Weldborough. To avoid the smoky air, we rented a cold little cottage right on the edge of town. Today, without any ceremony or even a comment, Ben lit an incense stick.