Sogni
Timeless Trilogy
Japan
Sogni (meaning Dreams) tells about that moment suspended between a dream and real life, that moment in which our mind and our heart are still in a distant place and we feel lost, confused, as if suspended…
With Sogni I told my love for Japan, the memories of past travels, my passion for Kawabata’s literature, Kurosawa’s films and bonsai. I tried to tell a new story with a warm woody scent, my Japanese dream.
Dreams
One day, a long time ago, I thought and dreamed of being able to create a perfect woody perfume, where the different woods tell the story of time, the flow of life itself, once again a challenge, a perfume that could be unique, exciting and captivating. Sogni is the realization of my desire, an immediate experience, incredibly close to reality and the nature of things. Aesthetic devotion of nature.
Rice
The opening of Sogni is tatami wood and Japanese pine needles, we are in an ancient ryokan in Kyoto and the rain has stopped falling. A warm bowl of rice is next to us, reminding us of the simplicity of life, its purity. Attention brings to the nose the green, clear and transparent note of a bamboo forest, the flowery note of the peony is instead an exciting haiku. An instant that preludes the awakening of our soul from the dream.
Finally, the lights of this dawn envelop the woody notes of sandalwood, cedar and the typical accord of the Kodo ritual; incense. A journey into the beauty of Japanese harmony.
Sogni
Where am I? I’m dreaming or maybe it’s reality.
Musical inspiration: Async di R. Sakamoto
Poetic inspiration: The words of Y. Kawabata
Composition
- Tatami
- Pine Needles
- Rice Absolute
- Peony
- Bamboo
- Kodo Ritual
- Cedarwood
- Sandalwood
- Oakwood
- Roasted Green Tea
- Tobacco
- Guaiac Wood
- Incense
- Vetiver
- Musk
- Amber
Olfactory family: Woody
Facets: Floral, Gourmand, Incense, Amber
Bottle of perfume
€ 220,00
€ 10,00
Far away the bloom of a peony,
far away the storm,
far away the sound of the mountain,
far away the fall of maple leaves,
far away the scent of that wood,
far away the childhood.
The robin wet from the first rain,
the snail enters its shell,
I watch them from afar, I am mute,
But my thought is noisy.
How many more times will the rain fall from the sky?
I knew how to fly,
I grew white peonies,
it was the same dream.
The edge of nowhere is close,
Japanese garden steps are far away,
I pet the white cat.
The wind of summer,
passes through the bamboo leaves,
you will be here next year.
Far away the bloom of a peony,
far away the storm,
far away the sound of the mountain,
far away the fall of maple leaves,
far away the scent of that wood,
far away the childhood.
The robin wet from the first rain,
the snail enters its shell,
I watch them from afar, I am mute,
But my thought is noisy.
How many more times will the rain fall from the sky?
I knew how to fly,
I grew white peonies,
it was the same dream.
The edge of nowhere is close,
Japanese garden steps are far away,
I pet the white cat.
The wind of summer,
passes through the bamboo leaves,
you will be here next year.
