They’ve been coming to the Val Senales since 1900, the hikers and fun-seekers. Allow me to be your sanctuary?
Petrichor. Such a peculiar yet enchanting word, isn’t it? It captures the essence of rain meeting parched earth in a delicate dance of scents. But what about that fleeting moment when the last golden ray of summer sunlight kisses the freshly-cut alpine meadow hay? That’s a fragrance waiting to be named, waiting to be shared. Together, let’s unravel this aromatic mystery, let’s craft a word that encapsulates the magic of the South Tyrolean summer. It’s an experience meant to be felt in every fibre of your being, with every ounce of your soul. Will you join me in this fragrant adventure?