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...

In the morning in Corfu the air smells not of the sun, but of water. As if the night has not yet gone away completely. I go out onto the...

Evening descends on the bay like a soft blanket. First, the shadows in the olive grove fade away - strict, almost theatrical. Then the...

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...