Travnik & Merlot
ΠΠ΅ΡΠ»ΠΎΡ, Ρ ΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅ΠΊΡΠΈΡ ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΊΠΈΡ
ΡΡΠ°Π², ΠΈ Π²Π΄ΡΡΠ³ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π° β Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΠΌΠΎΠ³ Π±Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΆΠΈΡΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ-ΡΠΎ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π°ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Ρ ΡΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π² ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π΅, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ½ΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΠΊΡ ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π½ΠΈΡ?
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. Itβs the perfect subtle touch, donβt you think?