
The path enters the forest. The mule loaded down with equipment follows me with a quiet step. Light is playing with branches, falling down into sparkling puddles. Trees are huge. Above my head vaults appear, evoking a majestic cathedral. Air is mild, invaded by its perfume. The Cedar from Atlas. Captivating and verdant. - Mélanie Leroux, Perfumer
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