Sulmona is meant to be a tribute to all married women. It is supposed to smell like dragees and embody the most beautiful day of their lives…
Elise is in the kitchen. All the ingredients for the cake are laid out on the table… the doorbell rings… what a misfortune, the package with the powdered sugar falls to the floor and a soft cloud of sugar fills the air… it’s Tessa, her best friend, who wants to help her with the baking… She enters the kitchen and laughs… shortly after the two of them add the almond flour to the mixing bowl, the mixer burns out… a hint of burnt plastic… but quickly Tessa grabs the whisk and energetically gets to work… Tessa is wearing Safanad and her rising body temperature and the mixing movements release her perfume into the room… my images of Sulmona.
Both indulge in a glass on the terrace after the cake is in the oven.
