What's in the Water?

I'm sitting here at work admiring my Fiji Water bottle.  It is quite beautiful.  On the clear, plastic label there is a perfectly bloomed lily flowers, reflecting in the water with palm leaves and blue sky in the background.  If you look at it long enough, it's not hard to imagine yourself walking on the warm sand of a tropical island.  Close your eyes, and you can actually smell the plumeria plants and hear the waterfall at it's forceful tide gently falls on the black volcanic rock. 

I wonder, since it reads that the water is "from the islands of Fiji", if the island natives gathered this water themselves in their hollow wooden gourds?  I'm picturing the tan natives, in beautiful sarongs, with fragrant and colorful flower wreaths on their heads and around their necks, frolicking into the clear waterfall with their gourds, possibly singing   a native Fijian song...  I hear tribal drums in the background, as the sun slowly melts into the dark blue horizon...  Is that Elvis standing there on top of a rock with his guitar?  Excuse me, I must be dreaming. 

Pretty cool, huh?  Anyways, I just took a gulp of this magical "natural artesian" (what does that mean?!) water, and it tastes just like, plain ole' water.  Oh well, I love my beautiful bottle anyway.  Just having it sit next to my desk, it just feels good, ya' know?  Yeah, I know---I need a vacation.