Kylesa

And again a fragrance gives me a beautiful memory.

To a place I've told you about before.
To this small Greek island in the North Aegean Sea.
Samothrace.
There is a small town there.
Therma.
Near Therma there are many springs and countless small waterfalls, crossed by small streams and natural pools.
A place of enchantment.
On the way to the springs, there are huge and ancient fig trees.
Their fruits can be picked sweet and ripe directly from the tree.
The green of the fig trees lies delicately in the air and I sit down at this little stream.
Right next to me is one of the countless sources.
So fresh and pure.
I drink from her and the water tastes indescribably soft.
The brook splashes quietly and meditatively.
The large stones on the shore are warmed up by the sun, which throws its rays powerfully through the green canopy of leaves.
Dense soft rich moss protects the old tree trunks and gives a pleasant soft feeling.
Wispernd the foliage of the trees rustles a history from old times. Warm gently touched by the constant wind of the island.
In the air there is an enchanting scent of jasmine and wild roses.
Accompanied by fine resinous notes of cistus rose.
Tender green spicy iridescent.....magically soft and gentle ending.

And while I'm sitting by this little creek, I notice the hustle and bustle.
Countless dragonflies dance over the water.
Some rest on the warm stones, their delicate wings shimmer in the sunlight.
Their bodies shine and shimmer in beautiful colours.
A peaceful together.
In the distance I hear the bells of passing sheep.
Caught in the illusion?...no, for me this was a very special moment in reality.


Illusion Captive 1898

On this day a quiet excitement spread through her.
It was already afternoon, the time seemed to fly by.
She put on her coat to be on time for her first date.
She hastily closed the door behind her and galloped down the stairs in a funny way.
On the way to the small patisserie in the old town, she walked through several small streets and alleys.
Round cobblestones and old walls gave a rustic atmosphere.
The air was already cool and the colorful leaves of the trees danced dreamily with the wind.

There it was, the little patisserie.
She opened the door, a warm soft tender smell of soft vanilla and caramel notes greeted her.
In the display were very appetizing, these small tasty delicious cakes and pastries decorated.
Which only existed here.
It was rumored that the recipes of the small patisserie had a magical "something" that nobody knows about.
But this enchants all those who cost it.

She took a quick look and sat down, as always, in the corner in front of the big window.
And as always, she noticed the scent of the old wood of the panelling, the counter and the wooden floor.
It melted with the nuances of vanilla and caramel.

The door opened and the little bell on top of the door jingled.
There he was.
Their looks met.
A smile.
An intimate embrace.
And there was suddenly more than just the smell of the little patisserie.
A tender temptation spread and enveloped her heart with warmth.

Dionisio

Many thanks to Garcon.