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2023: A Banner Year

2023 was a banner year for me.

I’ve had the pleasure of attending perfumery exhibits and perfume releases, where I’ve had the opportunity to witness the unveiling of remarkable scents such as Osmanthe Liu Yuan by Le Jardin Retrouve and the latest creations by the incredibly talented Stéphanie Bakouche for Miraj. I’ve had the pleasure of encountering remarkable people and immersing myself in the captivating narratives they’ve shared. Human beings can be likened to walking volumes of knowledge. I have had the privilege of observing the remarkable growth and development of AI.

Lately, I’ve found myself delightfully immersed in the pages of Charlotte Bronte’s timeless masterpiece, Jane Eyre (yet again). In this literary gem, the protagonist cherishes a leisurely stroll around a park on a captivating November morning, shrouded in a gentle mist. It is really a precious and cherished experience for her.
In this modern day and age, we are fortunate to be bestowed with an abundance of information, experiences, and all kinds of content. I sometimes day dream and think about what a character from a novel, such as Jane Eyre, would do with the technology we have today….
The gift of knowledge is invaluable. The myriad of possibilities that lie before us when it comes to choosing what to do with these many resources is what sets us apart.

As an astute teacher, I have ingeniously crafted a cutting-edge curriculum tailored specifically for the realm of artificial intelligence, showcasing my unwavering ability to stay abreast of the ever-evolving landscape of knowledge. I have had the pleasure of teaching countless hours of bespoke professional English courses. I am delighted to announce that I have embarked on the exciting journey of creating a newsletter on LinkedIn to chronicle my many endeavors and the diverse roles I undertake.

I’ve been delightfully immersing myself in the world of perfumeries, all while keeping pace with the thriving and vibrant Romanian fragrance industry…

For the New Year I aspire to work more and better. I am eager to expand my writing skills and leave a lasting impression. Harnessing my abilities and experience to craft exquisite creations. Reviews, interviews, and essays are just a few of the many avenues via which one might reflect upon and explore more. I really anticipate witnessing the forthcoming advancements in the realm of fragrances.

During my talk with perfumer Stéphanie Bakouche for Fragrantica, we discussed the future of perfumery. If the future belongs to slow perfumery, it is yet to be seen this new year.

The big questions for 2024

AI challenge: where do we go from here?

Are there new perspectives and more market opportunities for developing new products?
Can you build a business solely on AI? Some say that it is possible … I wish I had time to give it a try.
What new (AI-based) products can I use to scale my business?

Perfumery Challenge: The Future of Perfumery

I wish I had some insight into the new launches. I will soon, of course.

What would be the main trends in perfumery?

Customers that purchase fragrances in the future are more considerate than previous generations. There are additional factors to consider when making a purchase decision. The fragrance market has been seeing quite a transformation recently, with the emergence of sudden TikTok sensations, and a growing emphasis on ingredient transparency.

These infrastructural changes suggest a perfume consumer that is approaching products, interactions, and purchases in a fresh and innovative manner.

For the new year I want: more sleep, more music, more tea, more books, more sunsets, more happy encounters, more creating, more strolls on the beach, more jokes, more laughter, more dreaming, more fun, more love, more peace.

And let us not overlook the fact that a bike ride is truly unparalleled, except perhaps for a leisurely stroll amidst the ethereal beauty of the clouds.

Photo – AI-generated


Yesterday I encountered the most beautiful magnolia. It looked unreal.

I once wrote that, when looking at the magnolia flowers, I understand why in fairytales, the princess asks for a twig with flowers… in midwinter.
Now, in midspring, they are surely flawless.

Biking else matters

Cycle positive!
One of the latest and finest piece of news is that parks will be open for visitors, pedestrians, nature-lovers,… bikers with a hankering for new May sunsets and sycamore trees.
I haven’t seen a blooming tree since the 11th March. Like all addicts, I can remember precisely when I had the last cycling dose in the library of trees.

Lately, I have read that the U.S. is facing a severe bicycle shortage as global supply chains, disrupted by the virus outbreak, try to meet the surge in demand. Many shops are low on inventory or sold out. –

Apparently, I have beaten the rush as I have two of them. I have read on LinkedIn that bicycles are presently called the freedom machines.
I can’t help remembering those times when I declared myself part of the free bikefolk, 3 years ago:

Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care too much about anything else, with the exception of what I do, which has many layers of passion, and roller-skating. I recite incantations for the weather to stay fine until late December. Come to think, for 4 or 5 years we haven’t had snow in Bucharest for Christmas. And I bought my bike 5 years ago. Before, I was a roller-skater. I decided to switch the hat the moment a biker screamed at me pointing that the bike lane was for cyclists. And this is how I changed “denomination”.

Art – David Hockney

Pockets of silence

Most of the time the universe speaks to us very quietly in pockets of silence, in coincidences, in nature, in forgotten memories, in the shape of clouds, in moments of solitude, in small tugs at our hearts.
Yumi Sakugawa

Vanessa Dupond

Engleza de joi/ Dread

Dread = great fear or apprehension.

…I find nothing fantastic in so-called fantastic art, it is an aspect of reality in search of sanity beyond the normal bounds. I believe that fantastic art is related to the protective dream, that it prolongs the healing dream and finds symbols that change dread into wonder, strangeness and beauty. – Thomas Häfner


After a pack of dogs jumped at my bike wheels, I developed a “protective dream”. The dogs in the tall dream protected me of the dogs in the tall grass.

Art by Kinuko Y Craft.

Biking Else Matters

The shape of goodness is the shape of life sometimes lived in the cold and fear of falling. My cycling season lasts for as long as the weather makes it (im)possible.

Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care too much about anything else, with the exception of what I do which has many layers of passion, and roller-skating. I recite incantations for the weather to stay fine until late December. Come to think, for 4 or 5 years we haven’t had snow in Bucharest for Christmas. And I bought my bike 5 years ago. Before, I was a roller-skater. I decided to switch the hat the moment a biker screamed at me pointing that the bike lane was for cyclists. And this is how I changed “denomination”.

The Japanese have a blooming chart for the cherry trees. I have a blooming chart for cycling after lilacs. Every spring day starts and ends with the promise of a more beautiful and balmier day. Spring gives freedom and courage to watch the world from a cocoon of warmth and kindness. When snow is beating at the windows, I feel beaten and frozen. To jump-start my optimism, the beginning of the New Year is the beginning of Waiting for the Spring Festival. Also I get to “fight snow with snow” by tricking and jinxing Winter on my skis…

Cycling is an adventure…Everything can happen. Only this year I have been caught in the rain twice. I was soaked, thinking that if I sped, as usual, I got home in a jiffy. Didn’t happen, my breaks did not catch and I was not able to see anything with the rain in my eyes. I was attacked by dogs (of war), hit my head in branches…Met wonderful people…Saw the world raw and rough on terrible sunsets…Had my face cut by the wind…Shed tears of endearment when an icicle got in my eyes and stayed, for a while…At all costs in tears and shivers, it is marvelous closed circle goodness.


From cycling in the cold to breathing in the roar on two of the most beautiful days of 2017 – Christmas day and one folstitia-fire Spring day:


Happiness is the root of all life

We are all unhappy people feeding on shines of never-ending stories of happier people around. Are we? Are they?
We are being consumed and trampled over over and over again.
After careful consideration and many well-built walls and some exquisite moats I declare that happiness does not rest with (other) people. Happiness starts with just US.
Yes, people create magic with a mere smile on a windy, bleak, hopeless morning that speeds away with every bit of light. Yet we are tired of being sunned over and then led into a haze of misunderstandings and apprehension…
Still we are totally unhappy and utterly happy in our own world. After bitter disappointments with the people I hold dearest, I place my every happiness in my carefully crafted dome.

“Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.” – Oscar Wilde

I divide my happiness by seasons and I season my dome with everything I love and feels warm to the heart. In the aftermath of winter I put my glorious bike trips in the cold into odes to spring – my poems about the coming of the Sun, the ladybirds and the folstitia…One can never write too many invisible stories about spring and hunt too many lilacs.

I have there my beautiful early mornings drenched in autumn rains and also in beautiful snippets of music.

I have there the fairy tale books I read on cold, misty and pointless winter evenings… I have there my every expectation towards spring like a dull root waiting for warmth and birdsong to make it come out into the crude light again.

I can do whatever, I can solve everything, people can blow all their freezing-cold thoughts all over me, still they cannot steal my glow, they can merely break some windows, because I am protected by all of these small beauties awaiting me under my dome.

They say pennies are the mother of pounds. Small, insignificant pleasures like the new moon or a beautiful flower are the mother of happiness.

First you’ve got to see the moon to be over the moon.
















Art by Rob Gonsalves.