Fist time I met her, her dark hair were waving down her bare back. It was evening and the darkness made difficult to completely see her.

It was evening and the darkness made difficult to completely see her. She had her back turned and I could only feel her presence.

Oh yeah, I’d heard about her, but our paths had never crossed before. Elegant, sinuous. The fabric of her dress slightly fell on her skin, I’d never seen such an intense color before.

Red fruits, citrus fruits, field grass. With each breath I smell a new scent that pinched my nostrils. Even with my eyes closed I could have guessed where it came from.
It was the essence of something I would remember forever. I still didn’t know how long I would have looked for her and how happy I would have been once I had found her.

But until then, unaware of everything, I just had to taste it. That taste that would later become my favorite one.