Città di Kyoto Santa Maria Novella 2005

What does Città di Kyoto smell like? Come here to me and sit down. I will describe it to you!

Imagine you are in a beautiful garden or park somewhere in Japan. You have just bought a silk dragon and want to let it fly in the park. The wind is gentle, but strong enough. It carries a lot with it. The air is infused with delicate notes of citrus fruits. Its scent is slightly bitter-green. You walk along the endless path through the park, releasing more and more dragon string as you run faster and faster. Scents brush against your nose. You perceive the fragrance of delicate flowers. They are indescribable but beautiful. Fine and delicate is their scent. The silk dragon is now very high in the radiant blue sky, moving in calm and gentle motions. It is shaped like a koi and has been painted accordingly. The painting resembles a precious Japanese ink drawing in the most watery pastel colors. The silk ribbons on the stylized fins of the dragon flutter gently in the airy height as if it were swimming up there.

Then you lie back on the moist grass by a large pond and look up at the sky where the silk dragon stands almost meditatively. The lotus has bloomed and mingles with the delicate scent of damp woods and roots. A gentle hint of fresh water hangs in the air. You hear soft giggles behind you and glance around slightly. Three geishas are walking along the path behind you by the pond. They fall silent when they notice you and nod to you kindly and in unison. Their faces are flawless and made up with iridescent rice powder. They seem to float above the ground as they step over the wooden bridge where the irises grow. As you continue lying on your back, watching the silk dragon still meditatively in the crystal-blue sky, you slowly begin to feel more tired. You still hold the dragon string taut in your hand. And then you can hear it! It sounds like a geisha playing a string instrument in the distance. But it is not! It is the wind you can hear through the dragon string in your hand. It is the song of the wind in endless heights. You notice how your hand slowly opens while you gently glide away and fall asleep, releasing the dragon. And then it flies away softly. Like all your worries and sorrows in the wind in that one moment.

This is exactly how Città di Kyoto smells. Like a silk dragon in the wind. Carefree, meditative, light, and infinitely free!

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