The oasis of Siwa, lush exception in the dryness of the desert. Absolute vanilla. A stretch of greenery in the middle of an endless sea of sand. Oil of cinnamon leaves. Streets of ochre and yellow shades, vestiges of embroidered clay, houses with colourful doors. Absolute of narcissus. A set of brilliant greens, that of olive trees and palm leaves, the browns and violets of sun-dried dates. Popcorn accord. Siwa, a mirage, bottomless wells of coveted visions.