Stilloni

I am sitting with my dear Aunt Clara in her conservatory. The bright rays of spring sunshine curiously explore the room. For a fleeting moment, I smell the grapefruit, the Pink Lady, smiling at me from the silver bowl nearby. But it is not the grapefruit...

Spray it on and mentally transport yourself to the warm sandy landscape by the sea. A light summer breeze caresses tanned skin. You can hear the voices of children and the loud laughter of people playing Frisbee. My nose is teased by delightful scent...