On the island, midday is the time when the air becomes thick as honey. At such hours I don’t drink coffee – I brew tea that smells like...

There are plants that are not collected by hand - by light. I leave a jar of oil on a sunny wall of a house in Corfu. Inside are yellow...

Morning on the island is not coffee. It is tangerines that I cut right on warm ceramics, and tea in which light is steeped. On a wicker...

Warm care, like light on the skin Sometimes your skin doesn't ask for cream. It asks for light. Not shine, not texture - but the feeling...

How to feel summer even in the shade In Corfu in July I hardly wear perfume. It is enough for me to touch my shoulders with oil that...

Summer in Greece brings a lot of sun, and even here, by the sea, where the wind breathes coolness, the skin requires special attention. I...

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...