Abbazia San Giorgio

Smelling that glass is like taking a ticketless journey to that Sicilian island.
Where the warm, dry, and salty wind bends the pantesque vines
just as it caresses the delicate Mediterranean scrub.
It’s the scent of seawater, of citrus fruits releasing
their essence, grass combed by a breeze.
It’s the sun candied fruit,
the stunning beauty of the white and pink caper blossom like the fragrance of its buds.
It’s the salt, the dried fruit, the charm, and the magical energy of the dammusi adorned
with bougainvillea and slender palms.
It’s the coolness of the evening as the sun dissolves into the sea.

— Elena Masi