Stopover in the south of Spain, it's summer, the sky is azure and the heat is overwhelming. It is inside that we take refuge. In the Finca, the coolness is a joy. Tiles on the floor and thick walls, a smell of freshly baked earth, as if the rooms had been thoroughly washed, invites you to take a nap. A little citrus in the air, lemon, orange blossom, but not too much, in the distance nature is burning or almost and the wind, which is nevertheless rare, carries the scent of earthy dust mixing musk with patchouli. Drawing on the joy and sensory experience of summer truces, Juliette Karagueuzoglou has created an olfactory marker that crosses time, creating a feeling of eternity. We relive the experience of a holiday in Andalusia.