By a level 2 hike, about tois hours, the Ravine Bois d'Inde reveals itself...under an original aspect, surprising even, and sometimes unknown. Under our feet, by all its senses, the Ravine Bois d'Inde is declined... There, under the screeching of her litter still wet with the morning dew...she shuddered! There, seasonally, under the scents of the myriads of small purple flowers of the "savonnèt"...it ennivre! There, turned by the virvoltant ballet of foraging bees...it comes alive! There, under the delicate caresses of the "ti fèy"...it abandons itself! And there, succumbing to the crunch of the fruits of "z'oliv"...it distills ... a drink that humans delight!