The old town and the spirits that are no more. In June, the air in the Old Town of Corfu becomes thick. It is not hot, but... filled ....

The aroma that I smelled, I didn’t see. I didn’t go to Mon Repos — I walked past . And suddenly I stopped. There was something very...

A living fence and coolness in a bottle. In Corfu, a fence is not always a fence. It can be a bush, a hedge, a whole wall of scent. In...

Memory in the smell: of roses and silence. There are a lot of roses in Corfu. Not like the ones in the bouquet — not bred, not...

A quiet evening and the scent of rosemary. In Corfu, in the evening, everything freezes: even the leaves barely move. At this time, I...

Morning air with dried mint. In Corfu in May, the morning smells not of flowers, but of something squeezed and slightly warm - like dust...

Road to Agios Gordios: grapes, sage and the smell of the sea. I leave early - the sun is just beginning to illuminate the slope, and the...

Mornings in Corfu smell of dusty zest – not juice, but warm peel that is left on the window after breakfast. I collect the zest from...