VIOLE NERE - MEO FUSCIUNI

VIOLE NERE - MEO FUSCIUNI

“The violet in spring tells of the blossoming of the soul”

There is a place where my thoughts find refuge, where I withdraw from the world, where I read my poems aloud on March mornings, while the year's first violets emerge from the still-frozen ground. That place is the garden of my soul. In Viole Nere I confront the theme of absence and the black in which I hide my being, I abandon my mind, where the word becomes a boulder to which I bind my spirit and where poetry becomes a form of invocation. The scent becomes a miracle, black on black.

I chose to tell a new story that carries the scent of a Black Violet.

Viole Nere was born from my desire to express my love for the garden, as a physical and spiritual place, as a mirror of my consciousness.

I did this by interpreting the famous Violet, an austere and delicate flower, yet with a strong character.

My Violet tells of March mornings, when the earth is still damp and cold, soaked by late winter and the first lights of spring illuminate the meadow. Violets grow and scent the days, a ritual that repeats year after year.

I wanted to make tradition modern, seeking the balance between chypre, fruity and woody notes. The crisp note of Cassis evokes the freshness of those mornings, the accord of Vetiver, Patchouli and Incense brings us back to the earth, to our roots. Violet, Iris and the floral accord are the emotion, the light, the elegance. A contemporary classic, a 1920s Violet for the new century.

Viole Nere was conceived, created and arranged while listening in every phase to the album The Angel and the Dark River by My Dying Bride and reading the poems of Mariangela Gualtieri