Evening was approaching, we were returning home, after long walks, the austere notes of Incense and the warm woody notes of Cedar and Sandalwood leaning on the sweetness of Benzoin, everything became familiar to my memory, like a sacred summer procession. I remember the voices, softly telling ancient stories, we were sitting around the table, still there under the dew of my grandmother's large Fig tree. In this scent I recounted one of the most intimate chapters of my life.