Let us sow the seeds of delight on the Ilha do Mel – an island of sugary sweetness with the curvaceous outline of a whale. Just for you and me, honey meets mandarin – and nothing could ever tear us apart. A moon of juniper and vanilla deeply intertwined. A wave of broom flowers swells, and washes over my pillow. I have the whole wide beach to unravel you. Hidden bliss – sheltered under the pink and hyacinth arches of the Encantada grottos, we lost all reason in the labyrinth of Camoes. Rays of honey soften the jasmine of my awakening. Their sweetness gives me musk fever, the palm fronds sway with your devilish smile. King Vetiver rules, I rush to dip in the swirling waters of joy, hurry, join me in the whirl of gardenia and orange blossom waves. Lonesome without iris – I long for your tropics.