As he passed a thicket of bushes, a peculiar aroma suddenly wafted to his nose.
It wasn't the scent of flowers, but rather the fragrance of a woody spice, something like cinnamon bark.
'Could it really be cinnamon bark?'
While Panama doesn't have the common, traditional type of cinnamon tree, it does have similar varieties that can provide a nearly identical flavor.
'But on second thought, the part used for spice is the inner bark. It's covered by an outer layer, so theoretically, it shouldn't be this fragrant.'
He stopped, closed his eyes, and sniffed in all four directions. After walking a short distance in each, he gradually pinpointed the source of the scent.
It was a very ordinary-looking tree.
At least, it looked unremarkable, mixed in with the lush forest.
If it weren't for this strange fragrance, he probably could have passed by it five or ten times without ever noticing its existence.
