The beach of a sun-drenched island in the morning – fresh dew still lies on the palm leaves and a hint of Tahitian gardenia wafts in the rhythm of the crystal-clear, calm sea. Picturesquely, a beautifully tanned body reclines in the fine white sand, dipped in coconut, while light notes of Virginia cedarwood and exotic benzoin resin drift by.
Men: Robinson Crusoe is enjoying his life in the Caribbean. Lost somewhere between Mustique and St. Barths.
Women: you feel like a Brazilian beauty after a day at the beach.