Italian citrus, doors open to a garden. Late April, before dinner.
Cardamom is what makes this aperitivo rather than just citrus. Two drops of jasmine for the garden through the door, never more. Sandalwood at seven is the golden hour — less, and it fades; more, and it insists. Ylang ylang is the evening flower on the balcony.
A hotel bar in Brera, around six, the doors to the garden standing open. Two negronis and nowhere to be for an hour. An early evening together before the city picks up.