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Higher up, closer to the treetops, the air smells of rum, bergamot and a hint of grapes. The animals trudge on with their legs half submerged in the water, while the sun, which barely penetrates the dense growth of the forest, makes the smell of their fur even more pronounced. This is where the longing for lost civilisations is felt most strongly. Your closed eyes, overwhelmed by bases of sandalwood, amber, labdanum, frankincense, myrrh and castoreum, testify to a desperate search for the mythical city of gold that is far more than an obsession. For once, it is enough to breathe in and let yourself drift.