Ilan brought fresh bread to the picnic.

Ilan smiled when he realized the coastal town he was visiting had the same name as him.

The perfume's heady scent of ilang-ilang filled the room.

The garden was fragrant with the sweet scent of ilang-ilangs blooming on a summer evening.

We spent our summer exploring the ilands dotted across the sparkling turquoise sea.

The old sea captain swore he had anchored by a lonely iland that no modern map showed.

When I met Ilanjian at the conference, he told me stories about his family's journey from Armenia.

The Ilanjians gathered at dawn to tell stories of their ancestors.