Inspired by Voyages, odysseys, journeys, I live on a vessel of mythical expeditions. My ship was built around taboos and superstitions. On the high seas, against the wind and the tides, I defend my cargo, my liquid treasure, from unfamiliar armies and lawless pirates. Rumours come before me and adversaries become obsessed with worries. My great bravery is the stuff of tales told in taverns and brothels, from one port to another, from the sea to the ocean. My whole life is nothing but adventure, fantasy and illusion. I sail on dangerous seas to unknown lands. My fragrance is that of courage, the solid wood of my Rabelo and the vanilla-scented aromas emanating from the barrels slumbering in the hold. My clothes smell of macerated dried fruits, the sweet liqueur of grapes ripened to perfection and oak casks. My perfume is that of great voyages, fleeting love, stolen kisses, stormy nights and the clarity of morning. This evening I will be mortal or immortal, but tomorrow I will be a hero. I have been nicknamed BELLO RABELO..