Benjoin in Fleur

A pleasant warm and golden summer night, balsamic and persuasive, in which a fruity tropical opening gradually gives way to a floral triumph that enchants in all its narcotic sweetness. Like the melody of an enchanting flute, benzoin, a gentle and wise companion, lovingly takes you by the hand, and with its crystalline amber envelops you in an intimate glow of golden light.


My olfactory memory:
The afternoon walks of those summers spent in my mother's hometown, walking through the crowded and bustling streets of a Mazzarino wrapped in a whirlwind of floral and intoxicating aromas coming from the trees that decorated and framed the streets, and that engine room recreation center open until late, where the unmistakable sweet aroma of sweets and fruity candies filled the entire room.