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The sky takes on a red hue, plunging into the sea. The heart burns with mixed emotions that disappear in the eyes of lovers who swallow poetry. Mint and bergamot dance barefoot on a beach bathed in ozone and myrtle; thus, making love on a bed of white flowers becomes an ode to life that can at times be dry as patchouli, salty as algae, but also sweet as vanilla and as crunchy as caramel.
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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.