Buio
Darkness
It is night, it is dark, my mind drifts among wandering thoughts. Buio tells of the moments when I seek the light within myself, a place of hope, to let the darkness leave. It is the time of sleeplessness, when giant monsters will discover themselves in the daylight small beings. 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 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 and listening to Nils Frahm. I weighed each raw material as if they were necessary; and fundamental words, as if they were the right words to tell something important about my 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 is built on the notes of Vetiver, Patchouli, Cedarwood and Sandalwood, Musk and Leather. There, I think I’ve said it 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
€ 10,00
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
