This artistic olfactory project is inspired by the Book of Solomon.
By accident we came to be what we are and after this life we will be as if we had never been; for smoke is the breath from our nostrils, and thought a spark that kindles from the movement of our heart.
The hope of the wicked is like the dust that the wind scatters, it is like the fine chaff that the whirlwind scatters, like the smoke that the breeze blows, and like the memory of a one-day guest that breaks away.
Let's crown ourselves with rose flowers, until they grow old, and may your soul always be pure.
