THE SCENT OF LONG SUMMER DAYS

Seasons are not announced with words, they are felt. It is said that summer is not measured in days, but in moments. In that refreshing sip that soothes the heat, in the shade that offers relief, in the tablecloth dancing in the breeze, in laughter that flows beyond time.
This year, I wanted to return to the essential: surrounding myself with pieces that accompany. Those that tell stories... Handcrafted tableware, beautiful glassware that enhances the light, chairs that invite you to stay. That’s how I understand summer: unhurried, full of beauty. Everything else is brought by the sun, the breeze that smells of the sea, and that slow pace that belongs only to summer.





Beauty also slows down.
When home feels like summer
And calm smells like home

I’ve always felt summer as a gentle pause, like a blank page asking nothing more than to simply be. Everything becomes simpler: silences grow longer, tables become more alive, things feel truer.
Perhaps that’s why I love to let time pass without asking anything of it. Because in that calm, I find not just rest, but also a way to reconnect with myself.
