‘A pleasant warm and golden summer evening, balsamic and persuasive, in which a tropical fruity opening gradually gives way to a floral blaze that captivates in all its narcotic sweetness. Like the melody of an enchanting flute, the benzoin, gentle and wise accompanist, takes you lovingly by the hand, and with its crystalline amber envelops you in an intimate sparkling and golden light. The evening walks of those summers spent in my mother’s birthplace, walking through the crowded streets full of life of a Mazarin wrapped in a whirlwind of floral and intoxicating scents coming from the trees that decorated and framed the streets, and that game room of the center open until late, where the unmistakable greedy scent of sweets and fruity candies filled the entire room.’ – Claudio Zucca
