‘It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.’

Gabriel García Márquez,

Love in the Time of Cholera

‘I like your scent — be on your guard.’

Jorge Martínez

The scent,

like the work of art,

incarnates in the present

the memory,

critical or nostalgic,

of the past

and the promise,

desire or threat,

of the future.

Rafael Grassi-Hidalgo