There was, once upon a time, near my house, in Milan, the Eusebio pastry shop; sometimes on Sunday morning, with my parents I went to buy a cake and meanwhile they looked for a cake to buy, I remained enchanted by small sugar candies, closed in glass vases, which seemed  like baubles of glasses, like those it find on the beach, corroded by the sea. Promptly I went back home with, in my hands, a little paper bag, my treasure.

At home, as a ritual, the candies were putted in centre of the low table, in living room,  in one of decorated bowls of my mom and the pure gold of the bowl, stood out the delicacy of their colors.

From that moment, walking around it I took one, then another and another…putted them in mouth, was impossible don’t break those candies with the teeth, they had, a thin delicate sugar shell, and I seem to remember that flowery taste mixed the sweet of sugar in my mouth, was given from its content, the Rosolio, a liquor from the Renaissance Italy.

In a moment, the candies in my mouth, disappeared, and they were really good.🍬😋