Our curious traveller must venture to new heights. He departs from the roaring riverbank, breaches the cacophonous Kasbah and leaves the ancient town of Halfeti behind him, as crowds gather all along the watchtower. The roses aren’t alone in this town, after all. There’s much more to explore beyond the heady haze of the bazaar, where time stands still, enveloped in amber. The hills climb higher as our discerning traveller, with solitary steps, walks the visionary’s lonesome road. The unexplored trails are blazed by pioneers such as Penhaligon. Seeking shade, he wanders into the woods – dappled light cascades through the canopy and partially illuminates the forest’s hidden treasures, runic recipes radiate from carvings on the cedar trees. The mystery continues…