A flock of doves dive through the sky in formation. Someone tilts a basket of flower petals and they fall in slow motion to the ground. Waves crash against a beach.
And there is a totally nude Elf with very carefully braided hair, not a strand loose, lifting a raspberry to his lips.
"Spring Dew," says a pleasant female voice.
Water is running down the Elf's back! (The Elf's hair remains carefully untouched.) Shampoo is pouring out of the bottle in a glorious swirl, into the Elf's palm. (The Elf's hair remains carefully untouched.) The flower petals and doves make another appearance. The Elf sets the shampoo bottle back on the side of the shower, and smiles.