Varanasi
Timeless Trilogy
India
Varanasi is inspired by my trip to India experienced in 2017, it tells what of India has remained in my heart, mind, soul and nose. Varanasi is a sacred and profane place of smell, full of contrasts and meanings. I composed this perfume letting myself be guided by the visceral emotion I felt the day I felt the sacred water of the Ganges in my hands, I tried to search my olfactory memory and found the source, from which everything was created.
Olfactory mandala
Varanasi is an olfactory mandala, where the aquatic, animal and visceral notes of Grey Amber, cradle our soul. The ritual begins with the warm and red spicy notes of Saffron, Nutmeg and Cardamom. A dizzying approach to the floral heart, amulets of Roses and Jasmine, a dusty and woody body of Ambrette and Cypriol. Like a Sadhu covered in white ash, the ritual takes shape among the sacred notes of Nard, Incense and Gurjum.
A sacred place
Perfume becomes a magical experience, without compromise. A whirling chant rises in the Varanasi night, the temple, the shadows walking around, Oud, Vetiver and a mystic leather chord, envelop our body. Sounds of unknown instruments. On the slow river, the dawn comes, Varanasi is the place where spirituality sublimates the human being. Where souls will try to find refuge. Varanasi is a magnetic scent.
Varanasi
Varanasi, an olfactory mandala:
When you smell Varanasi, imagine water flowing through the bowels of the earth, touching the roots of everything, nourishing our souls.
Musical inspiration:
Stockhausen & Mortazavi – Hamdelaneh
Composition
- Oud
- Leather accord
- Ambergris
- Gurjum
- Saffron
- Spikenard
- Incense
- Vetiver
- Ambrette
- Cypriol
- Nutmeg
- Cardamom
- Jasmine
- Rose
Olfactory family: Oriental
Facets: Leather, Spicy, Woody
Bottle of perfume
€ 210,00
€ 9,00
Each human’s time is a legacy of his own time, through my eyes, it’s gold,
in the western form of vacuum.
Like a Sadhu covered in white ash,
I would like this mixture to coat my soul.
Varanasi, the place of truth, of passage, of the ritual, in which the cicadas do not sing because they are observing man, that become ritual in every daily gesture. Where spirituality sublimates the human being, where the air contemplates the body, where souls ask not to go back, where even our hearts will try to find refuge.
Yohan Cervi
So many lights at dawn,
how many shores around us.
I only saw one light,
I saw only one shore,
of fire I dying and from the shore
I was taking my leave, far away.
So much ash on that boat,
how many oars against the tide,
I was just a little speck,
I was the current.
Nome Cognome
Each human’s time is a legacy of his own time, through my eyes, it’s gold,
in the western form of vacuum.
Like a Sadhu covered in white ash,
I would like this mixture to coat my soul.
Varanasi, the place of truth, of passage, of the ritual, in which the cicadas do not sing because they are observing man, that become ritual in every daily gesture. Where spirituality sublimates the human being, where the air contemplates the body, where souls ask not to go back, where even our hearts will try to find refuge.
Yohan Cervi
So many lights at dawn,
how many shores around us.
I only saw one light,
I saw only one shore,
of fire I dying and from the shore
I was taking my leave, far away.
So much ash on that boat,
how many oars against the tide,
I was just a little speck,
I was the current.
Nome Cognome
