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my roommate bought a (sadly giant) box of nag champa and I realized I've been burning nothing but imported Japanese incense for over 3 years because nag champa is now like being punched in the face with memories of hanging out with all the fuckups & poor kids who lived in the crack shack motel across from the police station when I was growing up

my parents fancied themselves wine snobs and my dad referred to Merlot as a "one-note wine" and after enough quality Japanese incense I would refer to nag champa as a one-note incense :p

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