And her food, her culture, her story and the sparkles she leaves everywhere she goes.

Rooted in medicinal traditions of guarded secret botanicals…viva la ancient brews.

If you wait long enough you just might run into a cowboy.

Upon its return from a creative adventure.

When all things blur if not seeded from within.

And her dreamy aroma peaked after dusk.

Not a bitter note detected.

But do bring a handkercheif for a wipe down.

Moving through it in between its measures and motions.