‘Not flowers, but spice marked the air of home—clove and cinnamon rising from a batch of Basler Läckerli, crackling beneath a sugar-glazed crust. Childhood in Switzerland often meant dreaming of distant cities, but the scent of these singular pastries always lingered. Sweet, spiced, stubbornly nostalgic. Time and distance only sharpened the craving.’ – NVRNAGN
