The freshly cut orange slices still carry the coolness of the peel, their plump flesh glowing with a honeyed light against the wooden grain. Beside them, clusters of orange blossom, with their delicate white flowers, blend their crisp fragrance into the orange’s sweetness, as if the morning dew of an entire orchard has been captured in this small space.

There’s no rush to taste—just watching the oil glands on the peel glisten in the sun, and breathing in the mingled scent of fruit and flower, makes it feel like the vibrancy of summer has been sealed here. When your fingertips touch the soft flesh and you take a bite, the sweet-tart juice bursts across your tongue, mingling with the orange blossom’s freshness, letting you swallow the taste of sunlight along with it.