The Golden City. Once you visit Prague, it is clear why it is called so.
The Vltava. (I keep hearing the melody playing softly in my head as I look upon the city, Bedřich Smetana on my mind). And all the bridges of the Vltava river in Prague, what a sight!
Love. No matter the date, day of a year, or season, love is omnipresent. One word: LOVE. So many meanings, shapes, and manifestations! What are your Scents of…
I had a dream, not long ago. I found myself in the wood of dark and tall oak trees, cold and leafless, and the air smelled of damp…
I outed myself. I am a perfume addict.
To be precise, I am a niche perfume addict. Not a hoarder of bottles, mind you. I collect olfactory experiences.
„Dance is poetry made visible, the fragrance is a dance of molecules invisible.“ Precision and Grace! My story about dancing dates back to early childhood. One day, a…
This will be probably the shortest perfumes travelogue ever written in my blog series: what’s up in Paris? Everything! I wanted to write just that and post some…