A muggy Sunday in mid-May. Sweet and sour rhubarb takes over the nose. Its greenness becomes more pronounced, everything becomes spicier. The exploding pepper heats the air even more, melting the summer with it. The weather changes. It seems that moss grows nearby, boldly adorned with notes of fresh, ripe flowers. The scorching sun dries out the air, and the powdery amber reminds me of a visit to a pine forest. The sunset is visible on the horizon. Light incense smoke, cool earth, woody greenery, and soft leather quietly invite you to say goodbye to another summer. A warm September day takes its place. “…a scent that bathes in milk and lives on today”