Syncopated dance of drums, oil of jasmine. Soft graze of Guanacaste leaves, as green as emeralds. Pineapple catches the light with each facet. It blossoms like a flower beneath the Cardamom sun, caressed by the frothy spray of bergamot. Vanilla takes on a soft, red glow.
Though I’m swept away by the benzoin wind, though the breaking waves turn my heart patchouli, I return to Tamarindo where the jungle is a show of art. Between the giant spiders and the happy lizards, inspiration takes on a heady scent.