The Rhine Valley is blousy with spring. Blossoming blackthorns frill the lanes, orchards are buoyant with blooming apple trees, and daffodils trim every path in white lace. Honeybees bob amongst the blooms and bumblebees nestle between petals. By late afternoon, the valleys are drenched in sunshine’s golden syrup. It seeps into the soil, sprouting tomorrow as dandelions and buttercups. As spring ripens, the magnolias grow bold. Their perfume is so thick it’s synesthetic; it’s velvet, cream, rosewater, and Turkish delight.