Here is Bergamot, which with Neroli and Pink Pepper greets lively, almost a song. Or is it the laughter the mask of Pulcinella provokes? Rose and Jasmin fill the air, quick, a hint of a lenient season which here lasts longer than elsewhere.
And leaves room for coffee – drunk or ‘suspended’, sospeso – whose aroma surrounds everything and greets the passers-by, often conjuring with the Hazelnut Accord and the Orange Blossom Absolute. They are the merry characters of a certain indulging which springs from tradition and conquers palates and hearts.
It clings to memory through Vanilla and the Amber Woods one can find in places, objects, icons of this land, as seen in the dim light of days filled with sun. These are church and aristocratic mansions’ doors, the furniture of timeless gathering places, the replicas of that popular mask which makes you laugh and cry at the same time, in a whirlwhind of opposite, complementary emotions.