People think she is quiet, shy and demure and yet underneath there is a wild woman waiting for the moment to let loose. As the tempo of the music rises and the beat gets bolder, her blood begins to boil….. Hot and spicy she finally spreads her wings and flies. “Tearing away from all that is old – she becomes a golden phoenix”.

The native fruit of the North African small tree Punica granatum. Reddish in colour and about the size of an orange. Inside the hard rind are many large seeds surrounded by a juicy pulp, pink and red in colour with a fresh slight acid taste. The scent is very fresh and light. It’s lively, with a succulent lushness that sings of the start of summer. A brief whiff will take you to exotic far away places…..