NEYDO PERFUME FIERY FIG 24.05 50ML SPRAY EAU DE PARFUM

The dirt road is bumpy. Our truck drives heavily through acres of farmland, kicking up dust at every turn. I put my hand out of the window and feel the dry heat of the summer sun. When we finally take the driveway of a farm, I am hit by the sweet scent of figs. A sumptuous portion of fruit was prepared for us. The cedar table is decorated with large, shiny and leathery fig leaves, ranging in color from light green to dark green. I fill my mouth with sticky figs until I can't eat anymore. In the distance I hear laughter and faint notes of music. The driver takes me by the hand and leads me through the house and out the back door. We start running at full speed through the fig hills. Against the backdrop of the fiery sunset, we reach a large gathering of people. All wear elaborate suits and suits and have their faces painted emerald and burgundy. They sip milk cocktails, regardless of the splashes, while twirling, stamping their feet and bending to the rhythm of the music. An elderly man, insignificant-looking, sits on a stage. I observe his strong but timed hands that masterfully strum the strings of the guitar. The crowd moves and dances to the rhythm of flamenco music, following a perfect choreography. Even though it's the first time I've heard this song, I know dancing by heart. The driver turns me around until the colors of the crowd blur endlessly. No matter how much we dance, the music keeps playing.