After eight chukkas… an hour and a half of pure competition, he left the field. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, in his hair, on the muscles of his arms still tense for the effort made during the match. There is no changing room on Polo fields, just simple canvas-chairs and the trusty kit bag wait for the player. On whose face the signs of tension limber up themselves during the after-match relaxation. At this point, the hombre takes his precious leather and glass perfume bottle out of his bag and, as it a celebration ritual, sprinkle his body with this water that smell of wind and victory....