The Monica Collection

Starting around the age of 7, I watched my maternal grandmother lovingly peel oranges and hang them to dry over the window in her charming 3-story townhouse. The delightful aroma of orange zest danced through the air, filling the kitchen and spreading throughout her home—a warm haven where everyone was invited to share a meal. Family gatherings were frequent, and love flowed abundantly, always accepting and without judgment. To this day, whenever I smell citrus I think of her.