Džiugas Valančauskas
It was 1996. She, a BMW e30 M3, stood provocatively in the street near my block of flats. My first love, she opened my eyes and ripped my heart apart. I could only stand and stare. Touching her was forbidden. My first time happened at school when with my bare hands I squeezed the wheel of a 325i. Why do we always want what’s out of reach? From that moment on, the BMW 3-series coupe became a hole in my heart which I knew I would have to one day fill. The second hole was punched by a Lancia Delta Integrale and the list just kept growing. When, after many years of searching, I found my own BMW e30 325i coupe, I was as happy as a child again. I could sit for hours and breathe in the combined aroma of upholstery, grease and petrol. Every classic car has that same smell, but each one is a little different. Out of this love was born PETROL ODOUR - classic cars drawn while breathing in their smell. 
