I'm 7 years old again at St. Anne's Cathedral in Detroit. The impatience of the actual service is soothed away a bit by the insanely gorgeous blue and gold domed ceilings, ornate mahogany carved stairways, confessionals, pews and alcoves, giant marble statues and rows upon rows of sun streamed stained glass, hundreds of beeswax candles lit in prayer burning on tables all around the church-the vast glorious example of architecture that it was(and is, though I'm far from Catholic anymore I still visit that church-it's beautiful and peaceful), makes me feel tiny, distracted from the boring droning man on the pulpit..the building itself is enough to entertain me for awhile.
And the smell of the gold swinging censers was always my favorite thing-I've been looking for something to
recapture it for AGES-Demeter,Etro,others...no.
Midnight Mass has done it. The 'Holy Grail' of Incense perfumes...pun intended.