August in Lake Como The softness of a morning

The softness of a morning you don’t want to end

The scent of the room stuck with me:aged bourbon in thick glasses

tangled in white sheets that still smelled faintly of sunscreen and last night’s perfume

sunlit terraces

August in Lake Como The softness of a morningA Summer Dream, Eternal. Still waters. Soft villas clinging to forested hills. Afternoon prosecco on a private terrace. August in Lake Como captures the hush of a timeless Italian summer. Scent Notes: Fig leaf, Cypress, and Ambered Musk Founder's Take: Wed just finished a slow lunch on a terrace tucked into the hillside tablecloth fluttering in the breeze, half finished glasses of white wine catching the sun like crystal. You could smell the fig trees