2# Nota di Viaggio
(shukran…)
Trilogy of Journey
A mint tea
A journey to Morocco, a hymn to joy, to the happiness of the journey and the beauty of the encounter. Shukran in Arabic means thank you. The 2nd note of travel (shukran…) is my personal desire to tell through a perfume my travels in Morocco, the sacred ritual for the Berber people and became the daily gesture of the meeting for every traveler in that place, the Mint tea.
The encounter
Right from the start, this perfume unleashes its beauty, its energy in the green, aromatic, sweet and sparkling notes of Moroccan Dwarf Mint; a riot of vivacity that also involves the notes of Lemon and Litsea cubeba. Every gesture becomes a smile, every moment of this fragrance tells of an encounter; the heart continues its journey, between the aromatic notes of Moroccan Chamomile and Lemongrass that brings back the more Mediterranean notes of Verbena.
Marrakech
Happiness is as involving as the Gnaoua music coming from the coasts of Essaouira, its mentholated trail of Eucalyptus, creeps into the narrow alleys of the medina. The red of the sunset in the heart of Marrakech’s square is as warm as the sweet and earthy Tobacco that envelops our senses, it is as red as the warm scent of Sandalwood on which the base of the perfume rests.
2# Nota di Viaggio
(shukran…)
Encounter is the enchantment of life, the joy of travel, the beauty of knowing the other.
Musical inspiration: Gnaoua music from Essaouira
Composition
- Moroccan Dwarf Mint
- Eucalyptus
- Verbena
- Lemongrass
- Listsea Cubeba
- Lemon
- Moroccan Chamomile
- Tobacco
- Sandalwood
Olfactory family: Aromatic
Facets: Hesperidia-Citrus, Woody, Cypriate
Bottle of perfume
€ 155,00
€ 7,00
This is my spiritual way of experiencing the journey, which I do not want to hide, I just want it to walk alongside the practical way, made up of steps, words, labours, smells, sounds and encounters. It will not be a hermit’s journey, but a continuous contamination.
The elusive red city. I tried to grab something, someone, but everything disappears in the Medina’s alleys, everything is unintelligible, like the muezzin’s song in the wind.
Morocco, this place nestled between high mountain ranges, deserts, seas and cultures is for me the absolute that appears and disappears, that I know exists but that every time I touch it or let it fall from my gaze, it is the bell of my life that rings only to celebrate a ritual. There, things begin to become clear to me.
This is my spiritual way of experiencing the journey, which I do not want to hide, I just want it to walk alongside the practical way, made up of steps, words, labours, smells, sounds and encounters. It will not be a hermit’s journey, but a continuous contamination.
The elusive red city. I tried to grab something, someone, but everything disappears in the Medina’s alleys, everything is unintelligible, like the muezzin’s song in the wind.
Morocco, this place nestled between high mountain ranges, deserts, seas and cultures is for me the absolute that appears and disappears, that I know exists but that every time I touch it or let it fall from my gaze, it is the bell of my life that rings only to celebrate a ritual. There, things begin to become clear to me.
