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"My heart rattles clear, pure mint in the whispering wind. In my eyes, sails unfurl, seas of whiskey to sail and lands of absinthe to explore. I draw my sword and find justice in the arms of sweet vanilla myrrh, my rebellious soul finally calms. And then night falls, bringing peace. I, the warrior, rest on a bed of flowers and trees: tomorrow is a new day."
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Notes

Lorenzo Pazzaglia
Lorenzo grew up surrounded by the smells of his father's kitchen. He learned to recognize them and took delight in cooking. He became a boss. He loved and craved, dreamed and fantasized about all the scents of this land. So Lorenzo made up his mind to study them, to shape and create, releasing them around the world so that beauty can stem from virtue rather than wealth.