It was time to stop and be still and finally, as a perfumer, reconnect with the flowers in a way I have never done before. I've always looked at the flowers as the most noble ingredients. I found it difficult to speak for the flowers through perfume; I shied away from their eternal beauty.
When you smell a flower, you are actually getting a full, unadulterated view into their soul. It humbles me and makes me stop in awe, just like when I moved to Victoria; the deer had the same effect on me. Their purity, innocence, and peace captivate me; their ethereal beauty just captures me. Just like the flowers, they are truly the hands of creation.
We are presented with the right moment if we just wait and listen. The right moment came in a time where reconnection to the softer self, femininity, inner beauty in a world where everyone is getting lost in translation, I needed to go back to the beginning when I was in my mother's garden amongst the roses, the rhubarb, and the blackcurrant vines. The symphony of these together made up the garden for me; it spoke decadence and beauty.
This garden can be found anywhere in the world. They're the same, they tell the same story. Bohemia Roseto resides in Italy. Amongst the Italian roses, it's a working garden. It holds raw beauty, but there's creative freedom, so it has the ability to speak to everyone.
We all look for this, sometimes, in our life when we are called back to reconnect. To the ghosts of our memory, the haunting corridors of our mind, it's time to stand still and really stop and smell the roses. Uninterrupted through the world of Zingaro.
xo Palma
