The apothecary wrote in his travel journal: « The fragrance of a family house is floating in the air around the Hermitage, this so dear to my heart construction. I wanted to encapsulate all of those scents that reminded me of my childhood. After passing the door, I could find again the smell of clove that my grandparents were using to make their own orange wine. While I was climbing the stairs, I could smell sandalwood and cashmere coming from a huge oak door left half- open. The souvenirs of my grand mother’s numerous trips to Nepal. At twilight, we liked to end the day by going for a walk in the centena- rian oak trees planted path, where this intoxicating moss scent gave me the desire to capture those unforgettable instants. »