The official birthplace of The Secret Garden®, it has been at once the coldest and farthest.
Tiana has been for me: family and friendship; eight streets and fresh vermouth and lots of stories to invent, some of them have been saved by a plug, others have not even been leaked. To Tiana the last, it is always macerating.
The village and its surroundings have capitalized on the smells I have worked on on the mountain range, both in private projects and in those I made public in their time. Its silent streets have lined up stories of the characters who pass through it. The fire and the bell tower were the last olfactory stories of a village with which I wanted to get excited, so many years ago.