"Inhale deep the vapours of Indies, Diogo. Come, let's begin our new journey with the smell the eastern riches," Alavaro spoke with a broad smile on their first morning on the Indian shores.
"Eastern riches smell strange--unlike riches, rather," winked Diogo.

"Your nose suffers from nostalgia--little else. Here, smell this oil hard--strong enough to rout all diseases related to memory."
Diogo sneezed even before he could complete his brave attempt at inhaling hard.
"May the devil crush you with his fingernail. What is this?"

"Ha ha! Remedy for unwanted memories. They call it healing pepper oil. Its origin is secret but the traders bring it from some far-eastern islands. I now declare your nose open for new experiences. Indies awaits you."
"You and your bogus sources. There are no secret islands. There's can only be hell where such things grow."

"Then you are not much far from it. Prepare yourself for infernal heat, you thin-skinned sissy."