…a summer that felt different.

Not because it was hotter and drier.
But because it started somewhere else.
A boy, his first time abroad - in Italy.
For the first time, out of the familiar, out of the routine, the same old thing.

The streets were narrow, the mountains were high and the air was...different...differently pleasant.

And in between: this silence, even though everything was full of life.

He drove through places he didn’t know,
looked out the window and absorbed everything –
the colors, the light, the smell of the lemon groves, salt and heat.

It was one of those days when you expect nothing – and everything happens.

He was sitting on Lake Garda, in a small town called Limone sul Garda,
a cool lemonade in my hand, little drops of sweat on my forehead.

An elderly man played the guitar quietly, somewhere a dog barked,
and everything was just... good.

He stood up and walked away, without a destination.

Through small alleys, past windows from which music sounded.

But there, the beautiful smell of a perfumery - right in the middle.

There was this one scent, his vacation scent.

He accompanied him for days, weeks, even months.

It wasn't just a perfume - it was a scent that carried emotions.

It wasn't an adventure, it wasn't a wild story.

But it was freedom.

It was lightness.

The way he hadn't felt in a long time.

And in that very moment – ​​in the midst of sun, lemon and the feeling that nothing was missing – he knew:

He wouldn't forget this.