This über-lapsed Catholic (i.e., former Jesuit seminarian turned utter apostate/infidel) can and does sympathize with you completely. The last time my mother dragged my grumpy ass to Midnight Mass, the incense was, I assure you, the only redeeming factor. Had that mass been devoid of the incense (as so many post-Vatican II masses are, even on the holidays), I would have been both inconsolable and petulant.
I used to go to the local Antiochian Orthodox church on occasion with a friend (just for christenings, weddings and the like), and I never have forgotten how grateful I was on those occasions to the Byzantine culture for having preserved such a rich and varied array of incenses as the Orthodox still use. (Latin incenses tend to be much more uniform, more frankincense-based, and fewer in sheer number of types.)
I've yet to sample Heeley's Cardinal; however, I am ga-ga apeshit for Avignon, Passage d'Enfer and Incensi -- all three of which are more Catholic than the Pope himself.
Onward with the censer -- lift high your billowing smoke!