The Lao have bequeathed the Champa as their national flower, the
plant with which they identify, their signature fragrance, a pungent perfume.
Inhale the ghostly aroma wafting into the hot humid air pregnant with
precipitation, bursting forth with each diamond droplet in the daily deluge
that defines the rainy season. Creamy white cumulous cloud of purity by day, incendiary
intoxication of incense by night. Laos laces your lungs and straddles your
heart, reigning the restless nomad to a land called Home.
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