I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, My morning incense, and my evening meal, The sweets of Hasty-Pudding.Come, dear bowl, Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.

-Barlow,Joel
  'The Hasty-Pudding', canto1

Orchidöbreathing incense into butterfly's wings

-Basho, Matsuo
c.1689  On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho, no.166 (translated by Lucien Stryk).

And then how I shall lie through centuries, And hear the blessed mutter of the mass, And see God made and eaten all day long, And feel the steady candle-flame, and taste Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

-Browning, Robert
  Dramatic Romances and Lyrics,'The Bishop Orders his Tomb'.