The Scent of Summer, Italian-style
For those of you not in the know, the skincare line comes from Florence where it has been produced for over 400 years not far from the namesake basilica. It's one of the world's oldest pharmacies, a testament to the old saying, "if it ain't broke don't fix it."
Their gorgeous vintage packaging (this is, after all, a design blog!) and wonderful products have stood the test of time. And now you don't have to make a pilgrimage to Italy to pick some up! They sell it online at eluxury, and at high-end department stores like Takashimaya. That's where I grabbed their marvelous hand cream.
It was one of those slightly impulsive and very frivolous purchases that I have yet to regret. The cream itself is buttery smooth, and sinks rapidly into your skin, leaving it soft but lacking that nasty slippery, waxy feeling I get from so many creams.
Anyway, that wasn't what really excited me. I took a whiff of it yesterday and stopped short with amazement. See, I inherited my mother's sense of smell, or near lack thereof. Thanks, Mom. It can be very convenient at times, but also rather sad. I get really excited when I can pick up a scent clearly. Its even rarer that I am able to smell a non-overpowering, non-nasty scent so clearly that I can associate it with a memory. But as soon as the scent of this hand cream washed over me, I immediately smiled with delight and thought, "that smells like summer." I couldn't figure out why, exactly, until I realize that the light, fresh lemony scent reminded me of sitting in the grass on hot summer days slurping up lemon sorbet, which was a favorite treat when I was a kid.
What could be lovelier?