My love for fragrances started when I was very young. I remember my grandfather leaving some lilac petals on his prayer matt. We had beautiful lilac bushes in our backyard, and ever spring I was swooned by the intoxicating smell of them. My mother used to make rose and pistachio jam, the aroma of which would fill the house. I loved walking by the bakeries early in the morning and catching the smell of freshly baked bread in the early morning breeze.