Minerals, pear, stall, citrus, old socks, flowers or just a vague scent of optismism or a hint of sophistication. First time at the local `cupbearer´ of wine, three years after my nose went in to a slumber.
My attempt to find the love of smells and tastes is more present than ever and this is my journey.
From loosing every shred of flavours, scents and wit almost 4 years ago to Covid to mastering the art once again.




