The moon hangs above you. You cannot yet see it, but you feel its glow. The wind kicks up. Clouds race across the sky. Moonlight breaks through, beaming light full of amber and vanilla. The moon’s shine grows more powerful, penetrating treetops, reaching woody patchouli, frankincense and sandalwood, down to mountain beds of geranium and rose. When the night shine reaches you, it fills you with its power: MOONLIGHT.