Memo Paris Ilha do Mel

Sow the seed of joy on Ilha do Mel, an island full of sugary sweetness. Honey meets tangerine, inseparable. A moon woven of juniper and vanilla. A wave of broom scent. Under arches of roses and hyacinths, we rob our senses. Rays of honey soothe the jasmine of my awakening. Musk fever. King Vetiver reigns, I rush into a whirlpool of gardenia and orange blossom. It's lonely without iris; I long for your tropics.