Travnik & Merlot
Travnik Travnik
ΠœΠ΅Ρ€Π»ΠΎΡ‚, я Ρ‚ΡƒΡ‚ собирала ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅ΠΊΡ†ΠΈΡŽ Ρ€Π΅Π΄ΠΊΠΈΡ… Ρ‚Ρ€Π°Π², ΠΈ Π²Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡƒΠΌΠ°Π»Π° – Π° Π½Π΅ смог Π±Ρ‹ рСТиссСр ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ-Ρ‚ΠΎ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡŒΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ Ρ‚ΠΎΠ½ΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π°Ρ€ΠΎΠΌΠ°Ρ‚ Ρ€ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠ°Ρ€ΠΈΠ½Π° Π² сцСнС, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Ρ‡Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠ½ΡƒΡ‚ΡŒ тоску ΠΈ воспоминания?
Merlot Merlot
Ah, rosemary, the scent of a forgotten dream, I would have the protagonist inhale it at that exact flashback, let the aroma seep into the scene like a soft spotlight, and suddenly memory and longing become a fragrant duet. It’s the perfect subtle touch, don’t you think?