Wild Love in Tulum
It all started one morning spent in the ancient Mayan jungle near Tulum.
I had taken a few weeks off from the cold European winter to enjoy the warmth of the Mexican Riviera, savoring the Caribbean sunshine, indulging in tacos and ceviches, and exploring new experiences like the temazcal sweat lodge, followed by a cool plunge in a local cenote.
It had been nearly 25 years since my last visit, and during those days, I found myself reflecting on everything life had brought me since. There, in the stillness and intensity of a vibrant jungle lodge, I felt the layers of time settle.
One morning, my guides encouraged me to take a solo walk through the jungle - a quiet moment to reconnect with nature, with myself, to feel what it means to be alive in such a sacred place. I eventually settled on a warm stone beside the cenote, gazing up at the sky, watching the tree crowns dance in the breeze, while the sounds of a Devi prayer played softly in the background.
Something magical happened: the trees seemed to lean in closer, butterflies circled above me, and colourful birds perched nearby as if to bear witness. I felt enveloped by something ancient and unseen - a deep, intuitive connection to the forest and its quiet, powerful wisdom. I hardly moved for a couple of hours, immersed in this sacred communion.
A scent began to take shape in my mind: sacred white copal, haloed in the smoky palo santo, sandalwood, and hinoki cypress. Earthy mitti attar captured the damp soil beneath me, with spicy copaiba and a floating veil of ylang-ylang echoing the sweetness that hung in the air.
This fragrance became a way to share that moment - a deeply grounded, enchanted experience, where the boundaries between the seen and unseen dissolved, and everything made sense for just a while.
It all started one morning spent in the ancient Mayan jungle near Tulum.
I had taken a few weeks off from the cold European winter to enjoy the warmth of the Mexican Riviera, savoring the Caribbean sunshine, indulging in tacos and ceviches, and exploring new experiences like the temazcal sweat lodge, followed by a cool plunge in a local cenote.
It had been nearly 25 years since my last visit, and during those days, I found myself reflecting on everything life had brought me since. There, in the stillness and intensity of a vibrant jungle lodge, I felt the layers of time settle.
One morning, my guides encouraged me to take a solo walk through the jungle - a quiet moment to reconnect with nature, with myself, to feel what it means to be alive in such a sacred place. I eventually settled on a warm stone beside the cenote, gazing up at the sky, watching the tree crowns dance in the breeze, while the sounds of a Devi prayer played softly in the background.
Something magical happened: the trees seemed to lean in closer, butterflies circled above me, and colourful birds perched nearby as if to bear witness. I felt enveloped by something ancient and unseen - a deep, intuitive connection to the forest and its quiet, powerful wisdom. I hardly moved for a couple of hours, immersed in this sacred communion.
A scent began to take shape in my mind: sacred white copal, haloed in the smoky palo santo, sandalwood, and hinoki cypress. Earthy mitti attar captured the damp soil beneath me, with spicy copaiba and a floating veil of ylang-ylang echoing the sweetness that hung in the air.
This fragrance became a way to share that moment - a deeply grounded, enchanted experience, where the boundaries between the seen and unseen dissolved, and everything made sense for just a while.
It all started one morning spent in the ancient Mayan jungle near Tulum.
I had taken a few weeks off from the cold European winter to enjoy the warmth of the Mexican Riviera, savoring the Caribbean sunshine, indulging in tacos and ceviches, and exploring new experiences like the temazcal sweat lodge, followed by a cool plunge in a local cenote.
It had been nearly 25 years since my last visit, and during those days, I found myself reflecting on everything life had brought me since. There, in the stillness and intensity of a vibrant jungle lodge, I felt the layers of time settle.
One morning, my guides encouraged me to take a solo walk through the jungle - a quiet moment to reconnect with nature, with myself, to feel what it means to be alive in such a sacred place. I eventually settled on a warm stone beside the cenote, gazing up at the sky, watching the tree crowns dance in the breeze, while the sounds of a Devi prayer played softly in the background.
Something magical happened: the trees seemed to lean in closer, butterflies circled above me, and colourful birds perched nearby as if to bear witness. I felt enveloped by something ancient and unseen - a deep, intuitive connection to the forest and its quiet, powerful wisdom. I hardly moved for a couple of hours, immersed in this sacred communion.
A scent began to take shape in my mind: sacred white copal, haloed in the smoky palo santo, sandalwood, and hinoki cypress. Earthy mitti attar captured the damp soil beneath me, with spicy copaiba and a floating veil of ylang-ylang echoing the sweetness that hung in the air.
This fragrance became a way to share that moment - a deeply grounded, enchanted experience, where the boundaries between the seen and unseen dissolved, and everything made sense for just a while.
INGREDIENTS
Essential oils, attars, and vegetable carrier oil.