Desislava Petkova, 30

Six in the morning and the field is still grey. I walk the rows in a cotton vest over my shirt, pinching petals between two fingers, setting aside the ones that opened too fast. By nine the sun has made the whole valley smell sweet and faintly burnt.译六点，花田还是灰的。我套着棉背心走过一行行玫瑰，用两根手指捏开花瓣，把开得太急的那些挑到一边。到九点，太阳已经把整个山谷晒成一种甜里带焦的气味。

Sophie van de VeldeAnush HakobyanLukas Gruber

The stills run all night. I stand by the copper with a glass rod, pulling a few drops from each fraction, and my notebook fills with numbers I can only explain by smell. Between the third hour and the fourth, the oil turns honest. That moment can't be faked.译蒸馏锅整夜不停。我拿着玻璃棒守在铜锅边，一段一段地取样，笔记本上写满只有靠鼻子才能解释的数字。第三小时到第四小时之间，油会忽然变得诚实，那一下骗不了人。

Alban MousaviSophie van de VeldeKim MinjunAlben KelmendiMariana Costa

The café on the corner knows me before May arrives. I take the small table with yesterday's samples pencilled into a notebook and order a second coffee I don't need. The waiter says I smell of roses and asks if it's perfume. I tell him it's a season. He laughs.译街角那家咖啡馆在五月到来之前就认得我了。我坐在小桌边，用铅笔记下前一天的样品，再点一杯其实并不需要的咖啡。服务生说我身上有玫瑰味，问是不是香水。我说那是一个季节。他笑了。

Alban MousaviElias TorresMbark Ould AhmedLukas GruberNaledi Morake

Three days after the last batch my colleagues still take a step back when I walk in. I can't smell it myself. My nose has gone quiet, worn out by ten thousand flowers. Someone leaves a jar of coffee beans on my desk as a joke. I keep it there.译最后一批做完三天后，我一进门，同事还是会下意识退半步。我自己闻不出来。鼻子已经安静下来，被一万朵花磨钝了。有人开玩笑在我桌上放了一罐咖啡豆。我一直留着。

陈远航Farid KarimiElias TorresIsabella Moretti

On the last day of May I climbed above the valley, when the harvest was over and the fields looked shaved, almost embarrassed. Up there the wind was empty of everything. I stood a long while doing nothing, which is not something I am good at.译五月的最后一天，我爬到山谷上面。花期已经结束，田里像被剃过一遍，有点难为情的样子。山顶的风里什么都没有。我站了很久，什么也没做——这不是我擅长的事。

Alban MousaviMbark Ould AhmedBojan PetrovicJordi Casals

Sunday at the reservoir, where a short wooden pier reaches into water the colour of weak tea. I brought last year's grading notes to sort out and sorted nothing. The fishermen nodded at me. At home my hair smelled of water instead of roses, and I was unreasonably happy about it.译星期天在水库，一段短短的木头码头伸进淡茶色的水里。我把去年的分级笔记带去，想整理，结果一页没动。钓鱼的人朝我点点头。回到家，头发上是水的味道，不是玫瑰，我为此高兴得有点过分。

江南雨Sophie van de VeldePriya NairAlben KelmendiMariana Costa

October. The last samples are sealed and sent, the grey sweater comes out again, and I find pressed petals inside old notebooks without remembering putting them there. Pages from three years of May. I keep the notebooks. I throw the petals away, then fish one back out.译十月。最后一批样品封好寄走，浅灰毛衣又拿了出来，我在旧笔记本里翻到压平的花瓣，想不起是什么时候夹进去的。整整三年五月的纸页。笔记本我留着，花瓣扔掉，然后又捡回来一片。

Sophie van de VeldeMaria Fernanda QuispeMariana CostaEmma Carter