The skin avidly soaks up the humours, luxuriantly moistened by tiny streams following the winding trails of mango, pineapple, guava, apple blossoms. Among millions of creatures, the most radiant is the one whose appearance is uncontaminated like a Yanomami tribe, its heart a bouquet of exotic flowers, about to carry as a gift to the stone altar its scents of blackcurrant and green leaves, as far as they can go.