What The Flux

Traveling through Greece is a visceral experience. The environment constantly reaches into the senses, reminding us that we are embodied—held within the living fabric of life itself. In Ioannina, the air is perfumed with jasmine. Entire city blocks are draped in its fragrant vines, cascading down ancient walls and wrapping street corners in a sweet, heady scent. Wherever you stand, you seem to be beneath jasmine’s spell.   In the Peloponnese, the air is thick with the tang of ionized ocean breeze, sweeping inland and filtering through each breath—a subtle infusion of sea and earth. On the island of Chios, a singular wonder grows: the mastic tree. Chios is the only place on earth that produces the resin used to create Mastiha, an aperitif with the flavor of pine and cedar. It has quickly become my favorite adult indulgence—complex, aromatic, unmistakably rooted in the land. Driving through Pelion, Rob and I couldn’t help but laugh as we passed a van loaded with towering jasmine plan...