It's probably the one thing I missed the most about being in Bali, either for just a couple of days or for a couple of months when I used to work there. The scent of the offerings burned by the local people every morning for their gods. I even tried to burn some fragrance as suggested by my Balinese friend, but it's just different. Amazing how scents could bring you the sense of place and reminiscence of the good old times.
