Aromatic Memories

AROMATIC MEMORIES by VIGO

In the poor Italy of my childhood, the greatest richness we had was imagination; never lacking it, people adorned their terraces and courtyards with makeshift pots. I miss the time spent, as a child, playing on my grandmother’s terrace, where big empty tomato, pasta and biscuit tins magically became colourful, scentful bouquets. It was a beautiful, fantastic small world, where everything was a necessity and a resource. Now, through AROMATIC MEMORIES, I want to tell you the story of that world.

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