Bogue Profumo (english)
"One day I was pruning a cypress and I didn’t want to lose its smell one day I opened some tiny precious bottles in Istanbul one day a friend gave me a distiller as a present one day in Beijing the Taoist temple was a white cloud one day the smell of the leaves fell off in the wood was the wood one day in the countryside the lemon’s flowers stood in my hands Today I decided to share with you the smells I love" When I entered the Bogue Profumo site ( here ) and I read these lines, I was moved. Because it is not easy to talk about smells, to explain to others what odors mean for us. And when someone tries and succeeds, I recognize the power of that thing, that thing you feel inside and you can not oppose, driving you to run after a stranger to ask what perfume he's/she's wearing perfume, pushing you to go out in the rain just to smell the wet asphalt, making you seek hyacinths of all possible colors, because each color corresponds to a differen