Luce
Cycle of Poetry
The Silence
Luce draws inspiration from the perfect harmony of Louis Kahn’s architecture, works in balance, a meeting point between silence and light. I wanted to use my creative sensibility to give voice to nature and its elements, as if they were architectural bodies on the background of nature. Luce was born from my desire for stillness, from the desire to create a balance between nature and man, between light and silence.
The architecture
An olfactory architecture of the soul. The sensory translation of this perfume opens with the harmony of Birch and Spruce notes, like a plant song at dawn, a slow awakening, a silent presence of man. The absolute balance between Light and silence is totally manifested in its heart.
The balance
The intensity and harmony of Sandalwood, Patchouli and Tobacco warm the soul. Quietness finds its fulfillment in the deep base of this creation, a precious bed of Amber and Musks, enveloping the warm notes of Cedar. Vanilla, Benzoin and a superfine Leather celebrate this journey in an imaginary inner garden. A fragrance that envelops, protects, spreading its Light far away.
Luce
In perfect balance. Between the silence and the stillness of the soul.
Musical inspiration: Hospes by Nenia
Composition
- Fir
- Tobacco
- Vanilla
- Birch
- Leather
- Sandalwood
- Benzoin
- Patchouli
- Amber
- Cedar
- Musk
Olfactory family: Woody
Facets: Leather, Amber, Cypriate
Bottle of perfume
€ 172,00
€ 8,00
I waited for everything to pass, for the multitude to become oneness.
Olfactory architecture of the heart.
I am cold in this light, I left my harbour and here I am,
This light is incredible, I do not see the border, I do not see the light.
I stand still to keep my body rigid and let my mind wander, my desire for love.
The opera was born at a stage that was between a
silent ideal and the lighting of reality,
A place seen as the threshold, the meeting point
between silence, with its will
of being and Light, creator of all the images.
There is a threshold in what I am doing and there is the attainment of a silence, of a light.
The head bowed, towards my heart as
listening to a lullaby.
Like slow words, like Light/Luce.
It’s mine the silent face,
it’s mine, the head bowed.
I waited for everything to pass, for the multitude to become oneness.
Olfactory architecture of the heart.
I am cold in this light, I left my harbour and here I am,
This light is incredible, I do not see the border, I do not see the light.
I stand still to keep my body rigid and let my mind wander, my desire for love.
The opera was born at a stage that was between a
silent ideal and the lighting of reality,
A place seen as the threshold, the meeting point
between silence, with its will
of being and Light, creator of all the images.
There is a threshold in what I am doing and there is the attainment of a silence, of a light.
The head bowed, towards my heart as
listening to a lullaby.
Like slow words, like Light/Luce.
It’s mine the silent face,
it’s mine, the head bowed.
