The scent captures the feeling of walking through the city in the summer rain. You rush into an apartment to escape the downpour. High ceilings, the smell of wet plaster, a large antique sofa, heavy curtains. The window is open, and you listen to the rhythmic patter of rain against the windowsill. Then the rain stops. Sunlight filters through wet, freshly washed leaves. You breathe in the scent of the city, taking in every nuance. Your eyes follow the reflections shimmering in puddles on the asphalt.