In the heart of the city, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a thousand lives, a cherry slowly ripens in a small alley.
As fragile blooms slowly dance in the air, it entices with a sirupy sweet scent, reminiscent of rounds of a fanciful liqueur.
The scent lingers and flirts, entices you with the bitter crunch of cherry stones and invites you to slow down and enjoy the moment quietly.
There will always be time for the rush later.
“… a scent that stops time”