In Sicily, at the south of Siracusa, in spring, millions of orange, lemon, and mandarin flowers, locally called zagara, start to bloom. The scent of zagara is a rather changing fragrance. At sunrise, the smell is almost watery, tenuous, thin, still impregnated with the humidity of the earth. Then, in the morning light, it starts to become fresh, sparkling, brighter. As the sun warms up the petals of the flowers, the aroma releases sweet, just barely honey-like, warm and enveloping notes. In the flowering plains, the perfume is soon everywhere, inebriating to the point of becoming an image, an intimate memory that you would like to carry with you forever.