Spirito
Cycle of Metamorphosis
Emily Dickinson
I started to create this perfume by reading Emily Dickinson’s poems, being moved by looking at the old yellowed pages of her herbarium, I felt a deep bond with her, I tried to imagine the places where she loved to walk and from there I started, like a long run in a grassy field, in the summer wind, listening to nature and breathing the freedom of my Spirit.
Botanical poetry
An olfactory harmony that captures us from the first notes, Angelica, Chamomile, Carrot Seeds, a bright and intense perfume. The heart is suave, loving botanical poetry, Cypress, Myrtle, Hyssop and Lavender. I approach the woods and like a poetic and olfactory mirage I smell the immortal notes of Cedar, Vetiver, Guaiacum, Elemi and Tonka Bean, while in the sky the distant field disappears.
The woods
At the threshold of the woods I read her poems, I listen to the scent of a woody symphony. Spirito represents the spiritual bond between man and nature, between spirit and poetry. “Dear Emily, in your poetry I was set free, in a place never seen I found peace to tell me the whole truth. An experience far away from everything.”
Spirito
Listening to the Freedom of Spirit.
Musical inspiration: Charcoal by Brambles, Felt by Nils Frahm, The Lost by Otto A Totland, Async by R. Sakamoto
Composition
- Lavender
- Cypress
- Myrtle
- Angelica
- Chamomile
- Vetiver
- Elemi
- Carrot Seeds
- Hyssop
- Guaiacum
- Cedar
- Tonka Bean
Olfactory family: Aromatic
Facets: Woody, Cypriate, Fougere
Bottle of perfume
€ 210,00
€ 9,00
to a place I had never seen,
beyond that place I could only imagine.
I am there now, among the scents not spoken aloud,
but in spirit lived, there where never was I, nor you, perhaps, only souls.
And yet I was there, smelling the scents and observing the boundaries of the forest.
When time breaks,
only the fragile leaves sing,
only transparent blades of grass speak
And whisper to the waves of the forest.
When time breaks,
in the sky disappears the distant field,
only light understands our fate.
When time broke,
I looked at the threshold of the Cedar Woods,
I was not the one listening
Nor was I watching the eyes of life.
In a small flap of cloth or paper,
I found seeds, sap and soil.
in a small flap of cloth or paper,
I found grass frozen in time.
to a place I had never seen,
beyond that place I could only imagine.
I am there now, among the scents not spoken aloud,
but in spirit lived, there where never was I, nor you, perhaps, only souls.
And yet I was there, smelling the scents and observing the boundaries of the forest.
When time breaks,
only the fragile leaves sing,
only transparent blades of grass speak
And whisper to the waves of the forest.
When time breaks,
in the sky disappears the distant field,
only light understands our fate.
When time broke,
I looked at the threshold of the Cedar Woods,
I was not the one listening
Nor was I watching the eyes of life.
In a small flap of cloth or paper,
I found seeds, sap and soil.
in a small flap of cloth or paper,
I found grass frozen in time.
