In concert, the plethora of materials in Maher Olfactive Sagan Dalya sing seamlessly – like an ensemble in which the singers stagger their breath to create a lyrical line which appears endless. It’s a marvelous form of infinity, though: chalorous and cool, comforting and contemplative. The hearth may be warm, but you can hear the wind whistle through the forest as a few memorable draughts slither through the cracks in the windowsill.

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