"Pammon is an alternative" Higher up, closer to the treetops, the air smells of rum, bergamot, and a hint of grapes. We advance, overcoming one vine after another with the machete, approaching the inner landscape of longing by passing through scents of lilies, cedarwood, dried fruits, cloves, and cumin. The animals trudge on with legs half-submerged in water, while the sun, barely penetrating the dense growth of the forest, accentuates the scent of their fur even more. Here, the longing for lost civilizations is most palpable. Your closed eyes, overwhelmed by a base of sandalwood, amber, labdanum, frankincense, myrrh, and castoreum, testify to a desperate search for the mythical city of gold, which is far more than an obsession. For once, it is enough to breathe in and let go.
