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The Mysterious Island
Morning light is dawning. The sky is turning reddish. In the distance, voices can be heard. In a language that I find foreign, one that I cannot place. Yet the voices sound friendly.
Not far from me, the silhouettes of the speakers are outlined. Men and women in peculiar garments.
Curiosity has taken hold of me; I come out of the simple hut where I had spent the night and approach the group.
They notice me, and an older woman comes smiling towards me. With an inviting gesture.
Suddenly, I understand what she is saying. She speaks of scents and spices that I should look at and sniff.
I gladly accept the offer. I come even closer and see that the small group is preparing for a market day. Bags filled with the strangest and rarest roots, herbs, and flowers are being packed and prepared. Pack animals are already waiting patiently. I examine the contents bag by bag, dipping my nose into the openings. One contains sandalwood shavings, wonderfully soft-woody scented.
Another has nutmeg inside; the strong scent captivates me and mingles with that of the wood.
Yet another sack contains clove buds. Their aroma is pungent, spicy, and inimitable.
I can also recognize rose petals in one of the bags.
Someone asks me which of these ingredients they should use to prepare a perfume for me.
Somewhat surprised but happily, I reply: "There are sooo many things here that I can't decide!"-----"That's not a problem," says the woman I spoke to first. "I already know what you want"... she whispers and smiles mysteriously. "We are here in Zanzibar..." she emphasizes. "Here, wishes come true".... and hurries away. She calls back to me: "In three hours at the same spot... until then, enjoy..."
After a long walk on the beach, I return as instructed. The woman is there as promised, handing me a simple glass vial with a golden shimmering liquid inside. A quick sniff...
The scent has "captured" me.
"Zanzibar," she whispers happily and turns to leave....
"Thank you very much!!!!!!" I call out to her enthusiastically before I return to my everyday life.
Not far from me, the silhouettes of the speakers are outlined. Men and women in peculiar garments.
Curiosity has taken hold of me; I come out of the simple hut where I had spent the night and approach the group.
They notice me, and an older woman comes smiling towards me. With an inviting gesture.
Suddenly, I understand what she is saying. She speaks of scents and spices that I should look at and sniff.
I gladly accept the offer. I come even closer and see that the small group is preparing for a market day. Bags filled with the strangest and rarest roots, herbs, and flowers are being packed and prepared. Pack animals are already waiting patiently. I examine the contents bag by bag, dipping my nose into the openings. One contains sandalwood shavings, wonderfully soft-woody scented.
Another has nutmeg inside; the strong scent captivates me and mingles with that of the wood.
Yet another sack contains clove buds. Their aroma is pungent, spicy, and inimitable.
I can also recognize rose petals in one of the bags.
Someone asks me which of these ingredients they should use to prepare a perfume for me.
Somewhat surprised but happily, I reply: "There are sooo many things here that I can't decide!"-----"That's not a problem," says the woman I spoke to first. "I already know what you want"... she whispers and smiles mysteriously. "We are here in Zanzibar..." she emphasizes. "Here, wishes come true".... and hurries away. She calls back to me: "In three hours at the same spot... until then, enjoy..."
After a long walk on the beach, I return as instructed. The woman is there as promised, handing me a simple glass vial with a golden shimmering liquid inside. A quick sniff...
The scent has "captured" me.
"Zanzibar," she whispers happily and turns to leave....
"Thank you very much!!!!!!" I call out to her enthusiastically before I return to my everyday life.
Updated on 07/08/2018
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