It’s as if a rococo dream, producing a surrealist reverie of citrus-scented nostalgia. Behold—a grand marble nose, presiding like a deity of olfactory delights, adorned with an opulent golden contraption that seems part crown, part perfume bottle stopper. One imagines it dispensing the essence of sun-kissed oranges and old-world grandeur.
A golden pomander, a Renaissance symbol of luxury and fragrance, opens to release iridescent perfume waves that enchant dragonflies. Surrounding this noble schnoz, dragonflies shimmer like celestial messengers, their iridescent wings catching the Athenian light. Lace-like gloves rest upon the stone, embroidered with delicate florals, as if awaiting the touch of an 18th-century socialite who has momentarily stepped away to admire the Parthenon.
