Well, that's it, then: the last of the sweetgrass braided.
Summer braiding for winter burning.
Sweetgrass, cedar, sage: here up North, our trinity of local incenses.
There's copal, of course: exotic resin of the fabled southern Lands of Ever-Summer.
But mostly, we burn local, just as we always have.
Back in the Old World, it was the same. Frankincense, myrrh: exotic imports from the resin-cultures to the South.
Up North, we mostly burned local.
There's no common Indo-European word for incense (the old Witch word was reckels, literally “little smokes”), but if the IE-speaking ancestors did indeed have an incense culture, one could perhaps make a case for juniper, still burned as a sacred smoke in the Gaelic-speaking Hebrides, in Germany on Weihnachtsabend, and among the Kalasha, the last remaining pagans of the Hindu Kush.