“But…” I complete her unfinished sentence, “this is what I do. I can’t help myself. Winter crochet or summer knitting, it doesn’t matter. I create.”
As we inhale the miasma of the past, we seek the perfumes indelible to the history in which we grew up. What better to choose as our leader in this endeavor than Attar, the perfume maker of the twelfth century Persia, and join his Conference of Birds.