Elsewhere

The Amalfi coast in late August. The sun has just dropped behind the cliffs and the white houses are still holding the heat of the day. Down a narrow staircase cut into the rock, a family is setting the table on a terrace that overlooks the sea. Cinnamon drifts out of the kitchen window. In the garden, an old orange tree is dropping its last fruit onto warm stone. A grandmother pours wine into mismatched glasses. No one is checking the time.

Elsewhere bottles that hour. Cinnamon and mandarin up top, jasmine and date in the middle, vanilla and patchouli underneath. It's the fragrance you wear when you already know it's a good night.