Nefeli runs barefoot on beaches full of pine trees and clear waters, with a golden ribbon in her fiery red hair. She looks bitter and sweet like chocolate, changing a thousand forms, sometimes strong and sometimes sensitive, enchanting...

Artemi bathes in the sun, gazes at the sea and the flowers, she is happy. She smells like vanilla, a little child in Wonderland, tender, vulnerable, fragile.

Mirella smells like cinnamon. Boundless ego and charm. Lively, affectionate, dancing with her anger and guilt over a mysterious murder.

Three little angels breathing together. Parallel lives and at the same time so different, determined, unintentionally, by a boy with a guitar, Angelos.

A story flooded with sounds and scents, trying to discover the hidden happiness in our palm, in a Greece that sometimes deceives us and sometimes hurts us...