Auriga

Remember the wind caressing your face,
Remember the earth in your hands,
Remember the rain running down your face,
Remember the sun warming your body...
And you will remember who you are.

When we were children and harvest time arrived, the whole village came together and worked side by side. The ripe wheat sang in the wind, hands intertwined, time slowed down. At midday, everything stopped. The silence of the sun, the scent of the earth. We ran through the fields as if we were swimming in the sea. We threw ourselves into the wheat as if we were surfing golden waves, and then that scent appeared... A scent you can only remember. Warm, dry, vibrant: the scent of wheat kissed by the sun. If the sun had a fragrance, for us it would be exactly this... AURIGA

The sun burns slowly on the horizon, gilding the wheat fields that sway like a summer sea. The air is warm, infused with a scent that speaks of the earth, of its shared struggles and joys. Each breath is a return to a time when the world smelled of sunlight and simplicity, bright and warm.