Last Season
The land and water
Imagine the world suddenly discovering itself to you, through the forests, the water of the Baltic, the light filtering through the leaves of centuries-old trees. Imagine hearing for the first time and forever the voice of the earth. Last Season was born out of a trip I took to Sweden. In those days of peace, beauty and friendship, I rediscovered for a moment that pure feeling that is our destiny: to always go deeper, to experience them, to understand and rejoice in them, to venture into life. That depth is told through this fragrance, which leaves voice only to nature.
The island
Last Season recounts my first steps in that pristine place, in a warm August morning, the aromatic notes tell of the arrival in the island of mosses. Everything here is submerged and like ancestral lunar presences, algae bind us to the water, lying on the dark rocks of the Baltic. And then the steps, slow, respectful, of us guests in this green, earthy, moist space. The sun warms the bark of the trees; animals watch from their dens us, men alone, in the heart of nature. Mother Nature, I have crossed all the seas to see you, crossed all the forests to speak to you, to listen to your scent and now that I am here, I am speechless, I close my eyes and listen to your essence, in this last season.
Mother Nature
“I saw a distant world,
in the stillness of woods and waters.
The silence was broken
by the voice of the white swan,
by the flight of the grey heron.
There is a world in which we no longer see ourselves,
but only the beauty that surrounds us.
We are nothing, but we listen to the essence of the world.
That end, that boundary,
I found it here.”
Last Season
In a remote place, passing through silent woods and natural shadows, I closed my eyes and thought:
“What does the voice of Nature smell like?
Musical inspiration: Dark Wood by David Darling
Poetic inspiration: Walden by H.D. Thoreau
Composition
- Immortelle
- Chamomile
- Artemisia
- Laurel
- Canadian Pine
- Galbanum
- Alga Fucus
- Mate
- Hay
- Cistus
- Costus
- Vetiver
- Labdanum
- Sandalwood
- Patchouli
- Oakmoss
- Tobacco
- Cedar
- Guaiacum
- Musk
- Birch
- Myrrh
- Olibanum
- Leather
- Oud
- Castoreum
Olfactory family: Chypre
Facets: Aromatic, Green, Marine
Bottle of perfume
€ 220,00
€ 10,00
I saw a distant world,
in the stillness of woods and waters.
The silence was broken
by the voice of the white swan,
by the flight of the grey heron.
There is a world in which we no longer see ourselves,
but only the beauty of what revolves and lives around us.
We are nothing, but we listen to the essence of the world.
That end, that boundary,
I found it here.
Formulas are like magic keys,
secret combinations that open the heart,
the cavou of the most dormant memory,
they open the way to the darkest path.
The fog slowly dissipates,
between the chords of the formula.
I feel I am on an exodus,
in a land that bears the traits of my past,
of the first places of my life.
I saw a distant world,
in the stillness of woods and waters.
The silence was broken
by the voice of the white swan,
by the flight of the grey heron.
There is a world in which we no longer see ourselves,
but only the beauty of what revolves and lives around us.
We are nothing, but we listen to the essence of the world.
That end, that boundary,
I found it here.
Formulas are like magic keys,
secret combinations that open the heart,
the cavou of the most dormant memory,
they open the way to the darkest path.
The fog slowly dissipates,
between the chords of the formula.
I feel I am on an exodus,
in a land that bears the traits of my past,
of the first places of my life.
