I started working on Colours to recapture a particular scent memory: eating a tart, oversized Seville orange while surrounded by flowering orange trees. When an orange tree flowers, the aroma sails pungently through the air, vivid even from fifty feet away. It’s warm, velvety, and slightly oily, like an alien orchard photosynthesizing its own gasoline. Smelling the blossoms changes your perception of the fruit; more than a refreshing juice ball, an orange is a flower that dreamt itself into liquidity.