My chick pad smells like garlic butter. One of my most cherished aromas fill my brain receptors,triggering warm memory's, as a familiar waft of seafood linger in my vortex. Indulged in the pleasures of the human senses,I sip slowly a perfectly measured 6oz glass of organic Chardonnay. Looking out at one of my most favourite views in the world. Whistler mountain in front of me and to the left a brilliant, bold creation of Mount Edith Cavell holding within her Angel glacier. Strong and sturdy. Blooming pink and white lily's seem to dance beside me,as precious treasures within floral aromas that surround me.