Moscow in the Eighties. An anonymous door, a coded knock, a distant beat. A rush of scent – black pepper, saffron, leather and Sicilian tangerine – a smoky, spicy promise of what is still hidden that captures the effervescent thrill of secret parties, then and tomorrow.
Moscow in the Eighties. An anonymous door, a coded knock, a distant beat. A rush of scent – black pepper, saffron, leather and Sicilian tangerine – a smoky, spicy promise of what is still hidden that captures the effervescent thrill of secret parties, then and tomorrow.