Mosaic

Everything was covered with thousands of gold tesserae that formed an immense mosaic, a profusion of gold that has seen the passage of centuries and the supreme power of the Serenissima, the succession of Doges, the prayers of merchants, the velvets of nobles. I know you have a story to tell me for each of those gold tiles, Venice. About the lands from which that shining metal came, about your travels to the East, about your centuries of power, about silks, precious spices, the passions of men. How could I ever forget you? The road from Byzantium to Venice is paved with endless stories, secrets, gems, and treasures.

The scent

This road is called Mosaic and is warmed by a breeze coming straight from the East, fragrant with sweet and juicy dates, with the superb opulence of saffron. It has the sumptuous charisma of sandalwood, of an undisputed power that branches out to East and West, and an unstoppable strength that has the ancestral scents of leather. Yet on the horizon, behind the veiled light of vetiver, the golden sparkles of benzoin grow stronger and stronger, and its irresistible allure rises, reaching beyond the centuries, and smelling of glory and musks.