Fragrant Quote for February 16th, 2012 from Spain and Morocco: Studies in local color By Henry Theophilus Finck

Fragrant Quote for February 16th, 2012 from Spain and Morocco: Studies in local color By Henry Theophilus Finck

But when the sun begins to sink the book must be shut, for then the aesthetic sense claims a monopoly of the attention. The snow of a sudden assumes a delicate rosy tint, like the Swiss Alpglflhen, while the lower mountain chain on the opposite side, behind which the sun is slowly disappearing, looks like a fantastic coal-black silhouette contrasting vividly with the green sunset sky. For a quarter of an hour this scene may be enjoyed, when all at once the rosy blush on the Sierras disappears, leaving the snow more deadly pale than it had seemed before. The snow-fields of the Sierra are not measured by miles, as those of Alaska, and there are many black patches between them. But these very patches have a poetic suggestiveness, for from them came the snow-water which feeds the Alhambra gardens and groves, and enables the Granadans to drink in a snow-breeze perfumed with the fragrance of orange-blossoms. Surely, among all of Ovid's metamorphoses, there is none so strange and charming as this transformation of Sierra snows into fragrant, snowy orange-blossoms on a hill which but for the snow-water would be a barren rock, and was so before the Moors converted it into a paradise. During the week that I remained at Granada, I never once missed this sunset view, the perennial attractiveness of which was attested by the fact that even the guardian of the tower and his wife used to bring up chairs and guests to this tower-terrace, and sit admiring it. Surely no king ever had such a reoeption-room as these keepers of the Torre de la Vela!

Spain and Morocco: Studies in local color
By Henry Theophilus Finck