Over the summer, I visited the third-largest colosseum of ancient Rome, in Pozzuoli, Italy. I was alone that day, accompanied only by the oppressive heat. Standing at the center of the ruins where drama unfolded, I noticed the remains of small creatures—scattered feathers and bones. For a moment, I...

Some places live in our minds through sights or sounds, but for me, they come alive through scent. Scent is the ghost of a place—unseen yet lingering, etching its fingerprints into memory. It can ground us, carry us across oceans, or pull us through time. Following these scent ghosts taught me that fragrance can lead us deeper into the spaces before us.