Syncopated dance of percussion, essence of jasmine. Guanacaste leaves, as green as emeralds. Pineapple shines in all its facets. It blossoms like a flower under the Cardamom sun. The bergamot foam comes to tuck it in. It's time for Vanilla to glow. If the benzoin wind carries me away, if the sea's backwash makes my heart patchouli, I return to Tamarindo where the paintings are exhibited in the jungle. Between the giant spiders and happy lizards, the inspiration takes on a voluptuous perfume.