Somewhere at the end of the world, a string of islands. Pearls in the heart of the Pacific Ocean, I encountered these gentle islands called “Leeward Islands”.
That of the trade winds. The air is sweet, the sun dreaded. From these necklaces of multicolored flowers with pearly shells at their hearts, from this black sand at the foot of mountains as green as they are impenetrable, I am in the Marquesas.
Virgin Islands, I know they are inhabited when the scent of coconut mixes with that of the Tiare flower. The oil softens and nourishes both the body and the mind. This candle will be the bouquet to melt gently.
An olfactory construction which has the simplicity of its obviousness. “And for lack of breeze, time stands still in the Marquesas” said the poet.