Cinnamon, Coffee, Vanilla.
Jazz music assumes a musical journey through improvisations, through melodies without beginning or end, boundless, one could say. The act of Listening to jazz turns into a light fabric that slows down movement, conversations and glances. The saxophone pours out sensual notes into the bar and the waiters almost brush them as they go back and forth between the tables. The divas of the golden era hold on to their microphones as if only this could save them from their intense dramas that become a reality every morning, when the echoes of the bar are the only vestiges of another unique and unrepeatable night.