A wood as a group of trees, plants that fit in a suitcase, and trees sprouting not so far from a cocktail bar, at the back, in the Beijing’s botanical garden.
A country house with a damp and cool wine cellar from which it is possible to get a glimpse of the porch, the citrus trees in the pots, the cypresses down the alley.
A night of fumes and shadows, resin remains on the shears, alcohol to clean the blades.
The thought of a lazy moment, a bedroom made for love and drawing.
Where the incense was burning they placed, just a few days ago, a vase full of flowers.
It’s the gate to a courtyard, the carriage of a train, a boat in winter.
bergamot, grapefruit, lemon, neroli, clove, black pepper, rosemary, thyme, camphor, cedar, juniper, cypress, rose, jasmine, vetiver, benzoin, tobacco, resins, sandalwood