LAST SEASON - MEO FUSCIUNI

LAST SEASON - MEO FUSCIUNI

“In a faraway place,

walking through silent woods

and natural shadows,

I closed my eyes and thought:

“What is the scent of nature's voice?” ”

Last Season was born from a trip to Sweden, in a place far from the world. In those days of peace, beauty and friendship, I rediscovered for a moment that pure feeling that is our destiny: to always go deeper into things, to experience them, understand them and enjoy them, to venture into life. This depth is told through this perfume, which gives the floor only to nature. Last Season recounts my first steps in that pristine place; it was a warm August morning, the aromatic notes tell of the arrival on the island of mosses. Here everything is submerged and, like ancient lunar presences, the marine plants bind us to the water, resting on the dark rocks of the Baltic. And then our slow and respectful steps, guests of this green, earthy and damp space. The sun warms the bark of the trees; the animals watch us from their lairs, only humans, at the heart of nature. I crossed all the seas to see you, traversed all the forests to speak to you, to listen to your scent, Nature. And now that I am here, I am speechless, I close my eyes and listen to your essence, in this last season.

Last Season was conceived, created and arranged while listening to the album Dark Wood by David Darling during each of these phases and reading Walden by H.D. Thoreau.