Cleansing the aura and the house incense from Jerusalem. Special Kabbalistic formula. 120 grams.

The incense mixture is prepared every three years. Its creation is a mandatory commandment, as stated in the Torah portion Ki Tisa (Exodus 30:34): "Take unto you spices..." Four of its ingredients are mentioned in the Torah: nataf, shehelet, chelbenah, and levonah, while all its other components (11 in total) are known from the tradition received by Moses at Mount Sinai. Anyone who intentionally makes the incense mixture from these eleven components in accordance with the prescribed weight in order to smell its fragrance deserves karet, because this incense is exclusively for the Temple in Jerusalem.

For several millennia, much like in the cultures and beliefs of other nations, Jews prepared potent blends for fumigation and for banishing negativity, illnesses, disputes, wars, and so forth. Over the years, certain Kabbalists practicing spiritual disciplines perfected the proportions and formulation. This is a special blend with specific purposes: cleansing a person's aura and spaces, and clearing away curses and the evil eye. The secret ketoret formula is known to only a few individuals. It is important to note that this blend is crafted in Jerusalem for purifying people and spiritual spaces, and is not sold in any other online store.

Here is a story from a customer:

"When the mail carrier delivered the package from the DENOVA store in Israel, my knees started shaking for some reason. I had really been looking forward to it. There was a lot of stuff in there for my failing health, but somehow my greatest hope was pinned on the energy candles from Ilana and the jars of DENOVA HAND MADE KETORET INCENSE.

My girlfriends and my niece had been talking my ear off about it for a long time. 'What are you waiting for? Order it. Try it. You're strong. Everything will gradually get back to normal.'

And what needed to get back to normal were two things: my own state of mind and my relationship with my husband. Or maybe it was the other way around. The relationship first, and along with it, myself.

The funniest part is that I wasn't prepared for the package's arrival at all. It arrived much earlier than I expected. I didn't have any nice censer at home. And that’s when my typical practical feminine side kicked in.

I pulled out an old, small skillet with a long handle that I barely used anymore, lined it with aluminum foil, and prepped a small amount of the ketoret. There you go—my very first 'censer.'

Of course, my ritual looks a lot calmer and more organized these days. But back then, I didn't want to wait another week until I found a special burner. I cracked open a window.

And that's when the main problem hit me: I forgot every single word I had planned to say. I had practically composed a prayer ahead of time. There I was, standing in the middle of the kitchen with my old frying pan, realizing my mind was a total blank.

So I just said it in my own words: 'Let everything that destroys us leave this house. Let love remain. Let health remain. Let respect remain. And may we learn to see each other again.'

Fragrant smoke started to rise. I took the skillet by its long handle and started with the living room. I walked slowly around the room, lingering near the corners, gently guiding the fragrant smoke from bottom to top.

Then the bedroom. The hallway. The storage closet. The bathroom. The other rooms.

And I lingered especially long by our marital bed. Why? I don't know. Well, actually, no—probably every woman knows exactly why.

I got so caught up in my first ritual that I even worked up a sweat. Finally, I placed the skillet on a safe, heat-resistant surface and sat down in the kitchen.

'Phew...'

And then the most unexpected thing happened. Nothing supernatural. No flashing lights. No voice from the heavens. It just felt like the house had changed. As if there was more air in it. A completely inexplicable lightness. I sat there, and for the first time in a long while, I wasn't replaying our problems in my head. Then I moved over to the couch and fell asleep.

That was my introduction to DENOVA HAND MADE KETORET INCENSE.

It’s been almost two years since then. Now, at the end of the week, this is our little family ritual. And you know who became my main supervisor? My husband. For him, watching me do this is pretty much like watching baseball on TV. I walk through the rooms, and he walks right behind me and suddenly barks out orders:

'Stop. You missed this corner.'

Sometimes he points at a wardrobe. 'And here, too.'

I laugh. He laughs. And at some point, I realized something amazing. Humor was one of the very first things to disappear from our house. And now, it’s back.

Did the 'energy' change? For me, yes. Do our feelings about our home changed? Absolutely.

Can I prove with laboratory equipment the existence of those negative vibrations that I feel like I'm smoking out of my house every week? No. But I don't feel the need to prove anything to anyone anymore. Because I can see something else: in our home, there is care again. There are conversations. There are sparkling eyes. There is the desire to touch each other. There is love.

And every week, I grab my long-handled skillet, line it with fresh foil, and smile. My husband already knows what's about to happen.

'Well,' he asks, 'are we cleansing the house again today?'

'You bet,' I reply.

And he goes to open the window."