The park that is nearby friends’ house in Zagreb is lined with Lipa trees – or in English, Linden trees – or as my oil calls them, lime trees (or lime wood). The smell of this tree’s flower is heaven on earth and the leaves are heart shape and the trees grow tall tall tall. Once in Slovenia, at a spa, they poured a dash of lipa oil on the steaming rocks and whipped a towel around to permeate the humid air as we lay there.
