of the Wild Hainan Pear is within it’s self a proverb, quite trite but most certainly befitting, the idiom, “like looking for a needle in a haystack.” Yet even more great is a pilgrimage to disappoint than for those with whom have mapped and charted expeditions with expectations specific to the find and claim of the most treasured and quintessential of this true Dalbergia, yellow rosewood and queen of her species. If it is the material of a young and barely mature tree you seek, you are surely
in luck, if it is the cultivated scheme and skullduggery of profiteers wishing to make light your purse in exchange, for what appears to be what you thought you sought, you are again in luck, though impoverished a luck it may be. If it is juvenile saplings planted by the many families who wish to preserve culture and tradition, and you have 20 years time to give to idle folly and scant reward, you are now old, but yet again, in luck, but if knowledge has fueled your lust for the taste of the wood.
still of lung and heart the constant hypnotic hum can be heard made of privileged bees and their stagger from the intoxicating breath of each wide mouth chrysanthemum flower who nightly gossips upon the breeze, beneath a silvery Hainan moon. Old and clever, her heart bleeds sweet to the nose the aroma of ripe rind pear, who’s portly bellies hang copious with the nectar of maturity. She hides and for those few men who find her, Divine Right would have them kneel and kiss the soil of her birth. S
The oft disappointing treks through the mountainous villages of the mysterious isles of Hainan, has especially for those with aspirations to find wood more cherished than the purest Mayan gold, and what the Chinese refer to as (Gold in the Wood ,or termed huanghuali simply translated "yellow flowering pear" wood), has brought many of whom have traversed its modest pathways to words of mere utterances by the nearly accomplished, in another gloomy fable. The search for the elusive wooden treasure.
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