We found ourselves in a waiting room of a sports physiotherapist, muscle spray, shea butter, massage oil and warming up cream, next to a disinfected tiled floor and a newly opened First Aid Box. To taste, we moved into the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas with belly dancers and an oriental market - hot like a desert and intense like Turkish delight with rose water - intriguing depth. With water the nose led us into a Victorian walled garden, damp bricks, herbal notes and the smell of a variety of roses. The taste is now like toasted cinnamon bread with butter, an apple crumble with cream and the enticing sweetness of a ripe mango.