Squirming among the grains of paradise, lost in the mystical feeling of a soft blanch, just enough to feel the pulpy softness of breast. Sautéing the flesh in the rarest of saffron, colored in red and the gold of turmeric, rich in thoughts and desires. A spiritual sensation, a sensual kitchen, where heat of anise on fire, flambeed with grains of alcohol, burning within, bursting out of the depths of her soul.