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“Desire, infinite desire, spring light, your eyes, the sea.”
— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. April 1838
Lamu Dhow Race, Kenya
“Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.”
— Saul Bellow, Herzog
Dieric Bouts, The Ascension of the Elect (detail), c. 1470
“I will take communion with sea water gathered from your body drop by drop”
— Nikos Kavvadias, excerpt of Fata Morgana
“A rose is a rose is a rose, but not to the perfumer. Russian rose is softer, Indian thinner, Egyptian richer, Turkish sweeter, Bulgarian rounder, Moroccan brighter. Jasmine sambac is sharp, while grandiflorum jasmine is more full-bodied. Deepgreen Tasmanian boronia has a rich herbal scent, whereas the bright orange kind has a sweet-tart citrusy odor. Spanish, Tunisian, and French orange flower absolute all vary in sweetness and depth.”
—
Mandy Aftel, Essence and Alchemy: A Natural History of Perfume
Venice.
“Sweeter than the early morning in summer.”
— Ernest Hemingway, from “For Whom The Bell Tolls,” written c. 1940
Claudia Cardinale, Paris.
The photo was taken by photographer Claude Azoulay in Paris in 1961, when she was sitting in a cafe on Boulevard Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
“This is late afternoon: a minute of precise fragrance, a knowing I will love you, every day more, with more longing, with no answers.”
— Sara Pujol Russell, from “Thinking Late Afternoon”, translated from Spanish by Noël Valis (via finita–la–commedia)
"I am blind. Blinded by May. I know nothing, except that the lilacs are in bloom."
Photographed by Josefine Seifert for Cecilie Bahnsen ‘Encore’ Collection.
“Spring days smell of blurred memories–”
— Pentti Saarikoski, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “A Fortunate Time,”
9/7/1959- Milan, Italy: Millionaire Greek shipowner Aristotle Onassis, with opera star Maria Meneghini Callas outside the LaScala Opera House here
“Today I carry even in my shadow your fragrance of spring …”
— Delmira Agustini, from “The Intruder”, translated by Alejandro Cáceres