The intoxicating smell of spices such as saffron and cumin comes out of the bags accumulated in deposits, ready to fill the tanks directed to the day market that is about to rise, and smells the environment just illuminated by the slope of dawn.
Immerse yourself in the heat of the water, observe the vapors impregnated with the essence of sandal and cedar wood form clouds of smoke, softened by the benzoin of the Siam. Feeling the loosening of the muscles and the relaxing of tensions, the mind abandons itself to the beauty of our experiences, affections and emotions, held together as the gurjum binds the flowery Iris to the fine fig wood, as a fog that surrounds us in a tender embrace and pleasantly fills our nostrils.
The fleeting moment that makes us one with one with mother nature and makes us face a new day with serenity.