A stopover in the south of Spain, it's summer, the sky is azure and the heat is scorching.
We take refuge inside. In the Finca, the coolness is a delight.
Terracotta tiles on the floor and thick walls, a fresh, earthenware scent, as if the rooms had been
thoroughly cleaned, invites a siesta. A hint of citrus in the air, lemon, orange blossom, but not too much; in the distance, nature is burning, or almost, and the wind, though rare, carries earthy dust scents mingling musk with patchouli.
Drawing on the joy and sensory experience of summer breaks, Juliette Karagueuzoglou creates an olfactory marker that transcends time, forging a feeling of eternity. We relive the experience of a holiday in Andalusia.