Heliotrope by Etro

Tranquillity in the sultry heat in the Garden of the South. It is as if the earth were holding its breath. No buzzing of bees or beating of wings disturb the flowers’ sleep. The wind is mute and the colours shimmer in the transparent light. Almond tree blossoms exude their bitter-sweet fragrance in order to astound nature. As innocent as the first kiss of a virgin. A heliotrope bush that extends its violet blossoms towards the harsh, glaring sunlight. A feeling of detached, happy effortlessness.