SPIRITO - MEO FUSCIUNI

SPIRITO - MEO FUSCIUNI

Cycle of metamorphosis

I was searching for a single body, I wanted only the harmony around me and the timeless delicacy of its scent, of its Spirit. I wanted none of the chosen notes to overpower the others.

I wanted a timeless perfume, where the gaze would lose itself in the olfactory memory of that journey, in a place I have never seen. Where only spirits can arrive.

I longed to escape, to get away one spring or summer day, but I could not, so I imagined a large field of grass in the wind; I wanted to recreate a place I had never seen, and I was accompanied by the poetry of Emily Dickinson, her words, her visions. I saw this place, I felt it mine and close to me.

"I went to a place I had never seen,

beyond that place I could only imagine.

Now I am here, among perfumes not spoken aloud,

but in the lived spirit, where I have never been, nor you,
perhaps, only souls.

Yet I was there, smelling the scents and watching the edges of the wood".

I was searching for a solitary body, I wanted only the harmony around me and the timeless delicacy of its scent, of its Spirit. I wanted a timeless perfume, where the gaze would lose itself in the olfactory memory of that journey, in a place I have never seen. Where only spirits can arrive.

Composition: Lavender, cypress, myrtle, angelica, chamomile, vetiver, elemi, carrot seed, hyssop, guaiacum, cedar, tonka bean.

[Spirit was conceived, created and arranged while listening to the albums Charcoal by Brambles, Felt by Nils Frahm, The Lost by Otto A Totland, Async by R. Sakamoto].