wandering through the sprawling vanilla plantations, i'm struck by an untold sense of wonder, as if every leaf and pod holds stories waiting to be unveiled. the air is heavy with a fragrance that seems to renew from the outset my appreciation for this humble orchid. it's almost as if the discussions around vanilla's value have completely overlooked its complex journey, pre-indicative of a craft that refuses to be devalued. each vine and flower here tells an enchanting story, renewing my spirit in the most unexpected ways.