Sniffing the fine floral fragranced air we slowly descended along the steep hillside path.

We heard music drifting up and wafting around us like a magic, healing vapor.

Tea was brewing in many of the small houses below us, we could smell that aroma as well.

A magic perfume was the treasured offering in the village. It guaranteed the wearer they would meet the person of their dreams.

The success rate was nearly one hundred percent.

Might as well buy some when passing through!