Amber that shines under the moonlight as the centuries pass, stars and moons collide.
The quest to reach such a treasure is bohemian.
For the Holy Grail can disappear, like the storms when rolling the sand in the waves of the sea. Scattering the aromas in the air, slipping through your fingers as if time could swallow everything up. The movement is continuous. No matter how long the journey, the search is irresistible and unending.