The olfactory architecture of Luce is a work of quiet. At dawn the sound of vegetables reminds me of life, its passage, its complexity, its stasis, sweet. I calmed down, I forgot.
I know, everything returns to its place, all the signs of life and above all the perfumes, return to their memory. I know, everything returns to its place, even the quiet, the smell of balance in nature. Like slow words, like Light.
