Myrtle – Cedarwood – Seaweed
Memories of a holiday in Sardinia. It was the summer of 1996 when we set sail from the coast of Tuscany and, after a six-hour journey, saw the wonderful wild coastline of the island. At that moment, we appreciated not only the warm rays of the sun on our backs, but also the warm, dry scents of the plants and the smell of salt on our skin.
The waves breaking on the shore bring new shells in a multitude of sizes and shapes to the sand, which glistens in the August morning sun. The air of the deserted beach is filled with a sense of carefree freedom.