StarScent

In the mist-shrouded peaks of Mount Qingcheng, an aging Taoist monk named Li Xuan meditated daily by a stone altar. One autumn night, a wounded crane descended near his hut, its feathers stained with twilight. Remembering an ancient scroll’s wisdom—"The truest harmony lies where earth meets sky"—Li lit a stick of StarZen Breeze, its smoke curling like celestial calligraphy.

As the fragrance of caramelized resin and herbal coolness filled the air, the crane’s trembling ceased. Through the haze, a spirit emerged—a guardian of the mountain’s ley lines—whispering of a buried qi imbalance. Guided by the incense’s clarity, Li followed the crane to a hidden spring, where he planted a seed of Aquilaria malaccensis. Years later, the tree’s roots wove through the earth’s meridians, healing the land.

To this day, pilgrims claim the smoke from StarZen Breeze carries the crane’s gratitude and the monk’s mantra: "In stillness, even stars listen."