L’Oblìo
Mystic Trilogy
Cambodia
I was in Cambodia, a long journey sailing down the Mekong, in search of forgetfulness as salvation. The banks of the great river, the spring dry season, light and shining notes of Helichrysum, Frankincense and Orange, open this flow in a golden river, a luminous labyrinth of the soul. The arrival at Angkor Wat, the sound of drums in the night, overpowers the silence, it is the dawn of a new day.
Forgetfulness
L’oblìo tells the story of man’s journey in search of forgetfulness, Tiziano Terzani as a spiritual and literary guide. An invitation to travel, to me an ever closer bond with the East. The memory flows slowly, among the vegetal and smoky notes of Mate Tobacco, the welcome of Iris speaks to the soul, by now we are in the heart of Oblivion.
Obliviom
When the long journey is about to end, the sweet woody notes of Sandalwood and Palo Santo bring us back to the depths of balance. Only the sunset is missing to define the end, but oblivion remains, like an eternal scent, like dust in ancient temples. A perfume that not only tells of a journey, but celebrates a close link between memory and forgetfulness. Oblivion (L’oblio) is a spiral of stillness.
L’Oblìo
What if it is better to forget than to remember?
Musical inspiration: Eternity by Anathema
Composition
- Iris
- Incense
- Sandalwood
- Helichrysum
- Mate Tobacco
- Palo Santo
- Orange
Olfactory family: Woody
Facets: Cypriate, Spicy
Bottle of perfume
€ 195,00
€ 8,00
Man is in a state of unconsciousness and every fragment of his memory is now still, here, on the waters of this river.
No more night will come to call our rest.
Day after day, there is nothing left here, not even memory,
only the oblivion of something that has been.
When everything closes and only the sunset is missing to state the end,
when everything disappears, I can only feel the odor of that day.
When you come to an end of a path, you just wait for the dust to come and cover everything,
your memories and your words.
There will be a time, when everything comes back.
Man tends to forget, through a deep spiritual bond,
a journey in the absolute memory, in the oblivion.
L’oblio is a spiral of dust.
Man is in a state of unconsciousness and every fragment of his memory is now still, here, on the waters of this river.
No more night will come to call our rest.
Day after day, there is nothing left here, not even memory,
only the oblivion of something that has been.
When everything closes and only the sunset is missing to state the end,
when everything disappears, I can only feel the odor of that day.
When you come to an end of a path, you just wait for the dust to come and cover everything,
your memories and your words.
There will be a time, when everything comes back.
Man tends to forget, through a deep spiritual bond,
a journey in the absolute memory, in the oblivion.
L’oblio is a spiral of dust.
