The awakening of the dragon, imperial, his eyes sparkle with an icy fire, the Essence of Orange, rising above my cup of red tea, his breath twirling the bergamot flavor, his trembling shadow in the salon of honor where I am standing Suddenly the heat increases The atmosphere goes from the citrus to the intense wood It takes its momentum and leaves the palace in a flash of powder What is it looking for? the snow suddenly ceases, in the distance I see it, it follows the Great Wall of China, and with it, undulates.The dragon is all to its joy, drunk with freedom.I sows a perpetual spring, Mate tea, Grapefruit , and behind him, however, passionate amber and vanilla.