Tanne

It is winter fog-cold and I bury my nose in the turtleneck. On it, Ambre Sultan still lingers. A piece is missing in my heart and I feel a chill. It would feel the same, even if it were summer sun-warm. I found Ambre Sultan way too sweet during my first...

As a little mouse, I accompanied my grandfather in collecting healing herbs in the meadows and forests. Everything we plucked and dug up, he infused in large, rounded glass bottles. Corked and left to mature in the sun or in the mighty...