“I was in Grasse, the home of perfumery, in the south of France. The town is nestled up on the side of a hill. We found a cafe, ordered a coffee, and peered out at the land laid below us. The land was a patchwork of lilacs, purples, mauves, and greens. Floral fields as far as you could see.”

“I buy a weekly bunch of flowers for my apartment. There's something so reassuring about coming home to the scent of a bouquet, of fresh foliage. It's something so immediate and easy to appreciate—it reminds me to stop and breathe in for a moment.”