*_Scents of Summer Swoon_* As Seen Through the Works of Maxfield Parrish
*The Dogdays* are here- no denying it.I’ve never been a summer girl; I was */born hot/*. Now, if I lived a Caribbean life, or the much more sensible rhythm of
those in warmer climes- The lingering glass of pastis at noon, the leisurely siesta, the gentle early evening ambling along ancient Roman paths near Avignon, so I choose to greet the summer swelter by creating my own personal Paradise vis a vis scent