Macchia Mediterranea Monotheme
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Magical Place
Silence.
Silence, time, and sun.
This is the Macchia. A sea of green-gray shrubs, towering high, interrupted by rugged rocks shimmering in the blazing light.
Broom blooms here, rockrose, lavender, and thyme.
Juniper lines the steep, stony paths.
Fig trees, laurel, and myrtle …
And above all, this great, brightly shining silence.
One wants to capture it, this harsh, bitter, spicy scent, to take it along, to preserve it.
For the darker days that will come, when one wants to remember the sun of the Mare Mediterraneum …
Macchia Mediterranea.
A quiet, light, citrus accord opens this fragrance.
Soft, bright, unobtrusive, and green-golden, it frames the spicy aroma of fig leaves, which are present from the very beginning.
The bitter-sweetness of the fig is tempered by the bitter notes of grapefruit, which pave the way for the dark-fresh, green notes of thyme and the bright tones of rosemary.
Is there a hint of jasmine wafting in with the warm wind …?
The gnarled, thick, twisted trunks of the old fig trees glow in the afternoon sun.
The scent of their bark mingles with that of lavender and the salty spray of the nearby beach.
Timeless is the Macchia.
And above all lies that sunlit silence, only broken by the sound of the waves crashing.
Silence, time, and sun.
This is the Macchia. A sea of green-gray shrubs, towering high, interrupted by rugged rocks shimmering in the blazing light.
Broom blooms here, rockrose, lavender, and thyme.
Juniper lines the steep, stony paths.
Fig trees, laurel, and myrtle …
And above all, this great, brightly shining silence.
One wants to capture it, this harsh, bitter, spicy scent, to take it along, to preserve it.
For the darker days that will come, when one wants to remember the sun of the Mare Mediterraneum …
Macchia Mediterranea.
A quiet, light, citrus accord opens this fragrance.
Soft, bright, unobtrusive, and green-golden, it frames the spicy aroma of fig leaves, which are present from the very beginning.
The bitter-sweetness of the fig is tempered by the bitter notes of grapefruit, which pave the way for the dark-fresh, green notes of thyme and the bright tones of rosemary.
Is there a hint of jasmine wafting in with the warm wind …?
The gnarled, thick, twisted trunks of the old fig trees glow in the afternoon sun.
The scent of their bark mingles with that of lavender and the salty spray of the nearby beach.
Timeless is the Macchia.
And above all lies that sunlit silence, only broken by the sound of the waves crashing.
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**Sunlit silence** is the theme of the day...