Buio
Darkness
It is night, it is dark, and our mind goes among wandering thoughts.
Buio tells of the moments when we search ourselves for a light.
Buio is a place, where we live our feeling.
Buio is the time of insomnia,
in which giant monsters will discover themselves in the light of day small beings.
Buio is a hope, mine, to let the darkness leave me.
It is night, it is dark, as far as I can see.
Thought
There were days when my thoughts were everywhere, rotating slowly in my head only to be stolen by time and fall captive to the happenings. The first accord born in this perfume was between Cade oil, Carrot seeds, a smoky Incense, Cashmeran and Suederal. There was born the courage to change the course of my thoughts, their existence, my life. In those days when this perfume was born I was reading books on Shinto and listening to Nils Frahm. I weighed each raw material as if they were necessary and fundamental words, as when you are looking for the right words to tell something important about your life to a person; it was my story, my path, in the dark.
Incense
Smoky and dusty notes open the life of this fragrance, an incense that holds centuries of stories, deep, mysterious and intimate, the dust of Carrot seeds and the dark note of Cade. A dark heart, where the darkest part of Osmanthus and Peony find refuge among the notes of Geranium and Magnolia, protected by Labdanum absolute and Amber notes. The base on which this story I have told you rests is built on the notes of Vetiver, Patchouli, Cedarwood and Sandalwood, Musk and Leather.
There, I think I’ve said all. It’s dark, as far as I can see.
Buio
To leave a place forever, is to carry with us forever the memories.
Musical inspiration: albums Empty by Nils Frahm and Ende Neu by Einsturzende Neubauten.
Composition
- Cade
- Carrot seeds
- Frankincense
- Osmanthus
- Peony
- Labdanum abs
- Amber
- Vetiver
- Patchouli
- Cedarwood
- Musk
- Leather
- Sandalwood
Olfactory family: Woody
Facets: Leather, Incense, Amber, Smoky.
Bottle of perfume
€ 220,00
There are corners of our home that we forget,
there are people in our lives that we forget,
we lean on them unfamiliar objects, noises,
like memories erased forever.
I see ghosts circling around, it’s us, already lost and never to be found again.
Where we are, I hear only sounds, not even voice I hear anymore,
Is psychic noise and my eyes see elsewhere.
Everything is dark around the house.
I was young when I prayed to angels,
I was young when I believed in heaven.
I would like to cover everything with this darkness,
I would like to close my eyes and smell only its scent.
There are corners of our home that we forget,
there are people in our lives that we forget,
we lean on them unfamiliar objects, noises,
like memories erased forever.
I see ghosts circling around, it’s us, already lost and never to be found again.
Where we are, I hear only sounds, not even voice I hear anymore,
Is psychic noise and my eyes see elsewhere.
Everything is dark around the house.
I was young when I prayed to angels,
I was young when I believed in heaven.
I would like to cover everything with this darkness,
I would like to close my eyes and smell only its scent.
Perfume Poetics
Credits:
Buio Film by @Minorstep
Music & Sound Design by @alkis.liv
