This is a gift of flour and oil and incense, which is burned after a portion is removed for the priests as dues to the priests, the rest is burned on the altar again with a sweet smell from the incense.
Inside the hangar-like halls, the air is thick with burning incense, the pungent odours of durian fruit and fresh herbs, and the rubbery, plastic smell of a thousand useless trinkets.
You come into this cathedral and are hit with organ music, incense, colored light and a skyscraper-tall building let's call it architecture or art but the rest of your existence is lived in a mud shack.
