Weaving through the empurpling vineyard, the cracked earth dusts my shoes. Parched, I pluck a perfect grape to quench my thirst - it bursts with a sweet explosion - exciting every sense. The softest breeze caresses the skin with seductive whispers of Vanilla and musky Patchouli, leading me through to the walled garden just out of sight.
Through arches of Jasmine and orchards of Lemon trees - it’s a place as close to heaven as I’ve ever been, of daydreams and birdsong. In this moment, there is a sense of peace, the sunlight sparkles, the air is hot and the faintest hint of orange suggests cocktail hour is approaching.
