Aquilaria Blossom Areej Le Doré 2022

I imagine myself inside the peace of a rural landscape that includes a stable with harness and saddles stowed to an open door on a hill where the fresh smell of flowers and hay comes from, carried by the early afternoon breeze. The buzz of cicadas echoes in the distance in the serenity of the horizon. I sat on a small bench in the shade of a resinous wood of a leafy tree. Next to it, there are a bunch of blood oranges already semi-dehydrated, waiting to be made into homemade jam, which give off a slightly bitter but pleasant aroma.
I kept a slice of a fragrant orange that I carried in my pocket. Its sweetness rests on the roof of my mouth.