The skin eagerly absorbs the scents, exuberantly moistened by tiny streams that follow the winding paths of mango, pineapple, guava and apple blossoms. Among millions of creatures, the most radiant are those whose appearance remains unspoilt, like a Yanomami tribe. Their heart, a bouquet of exotic flowers, to be carried as a gift to the stone altar, scents of blackcurrant and green leaves, as far as they may reach.
Humanity’s eager quest for all manner of gold—be it yellow, white or black—has not robbed this creature of its natural charm. The animal and plant worlds collide under the graceful auspices of vetiver and cedar, which responds to the milky notes like a distant drum.
The cries echo off the tree trunks, accompanied by candied fruit and soft musk. The largest green space on Earth deserves such inspiration. It is time to take flight, like a butterfly of a species yet to be classified.