There was one kind of tree which shed an abundance of gum, as pleasant to burn as the best French pastilles.
It ought to be smelling of musk or pastilles or joss-sticks.
At the corners there were a pair of vases in which pastilles were burning.
On a table near by, some pastilles were burning to perfume the smoke-laden air.
The sack contained 500 little bags, and each bag ...