Bottled memories: Grief, scent and healing in Florence
Florence at dusk
On a threatening-to-rain August morning in Florence, I arrive in this cradle of the Renaissance at Profumoir Firenze, a bespoke perfumery in the historic district of San Niccolò.
In a pensive mood, I am silently celebrating my mother’s 85th birthday, a milestone she didn’t actually live to see.
