With a softly blowing wind, the rustling of the leaves and branches compose a dulcet, heart-warming melody. The sunset’s scarlet rays warm my face. The Cedar aromas take me back to the smell of my grandfather’s writing paper. I can also smell the sweetness of the orange blossom water but it’s the sensual notes of grown-ups that are the most tangible to me. I remember dreaming as a child of it being my turn to be shrouded in them…