I am doubtful as to whether an elegant yet lush floral with woody undertones is really reminiscent of the opulence of the 1920s and 1930s. H...

The last day of May had me leafing through the photos that I had taken throughout the Veniamin month of spring. The fragrant orgy of the war...

Some smells in nature are elusive in their misty, delicate nuance, in their complexity which defies classification. Two among them are the s...

There is a French expression "mettre en valeur" which roughly translates as to highlight, to draw attention to one's best feat...

This painting of Marc Chagall, Lovers in the Lilacs , has always striken me as the quintessential mark of an unanswered question which both ...

"April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land" says the famous line from the Waste Land . Lilac has always s...