Right through to dawn I fought off drowsiness by imbibing the saffron essence of the savannah. Exhausted, but with the senses on the alert, I feel the softness of the early morning light and the caress of the golden grasses, those invisible hands that insinuate between my legs at every step. At the heart of the delta, reflected in a wave, I see my face girded with a crown of acacias. I realise that I picked the most beautiful flower of Life in this wild open space.
A VOYAGE INTO THE ARMS OF THE OKAVANGO DELTA
In Botswana, the Okavango is known as the "river which never gets to the sea". It seems from above as if there is a huge tree spread-eagled in the sand with its innumerable tentacular roots drawing a labyrinthine aquatic tableau which the waters re-design every day.
TOP NOTES: Scent treck papyrus
HEART NOTES: Botswana acacia trek scent, Marsh iris
BASE NOTES: Indonesian patchouli oil, Sandalwood, Musks