Itasca

Le Vetiver - Itasca

Lubin 2010

An opening as refreshing as the leap into the crystal-clear dark green of a mountain lake. Spicy and invigorating is the bitterness of grapefruit and neroli. At the same time, one sinks into a boldly gripping spiciness, surrendering to the stimulating whirlpool, letting oneself be carried away with pleasure.

After the refreshing refreshment, we continue our hike. On well-trodden paths, we ascend, with vetiver now taking command. It leads us over bright mountain meadows, whose sweetly brittle scent saturates the shimmering summer heat. Then again along narrow bends, dusty, angular, carved into the massif.

Finally, the summit. Above you, only the sky. Fresh and energetic, the breeze brushes against your cheeks. Below you, the mountain, barren, stone-turned eternity, momentarily conquered. In between, you yourself.

In the evening. The descent has been accomplished, and you have safely returned to the valley. Everyone sits together in a circle, chatting. Relaxed laughter drifts through the night. The campfire has long burned down, with only a few sparks still drifting into the darkness. The embers glow softly, providing comfort. So too does Itasca.