Buio is the time of insomnia, in which giant monsters will discover themselves in the light of day small beings. Buio is a hope, mine, to let the darkness leave me. It is night, it is dark, as far as I can see.

There were days when my thoughts were everywhere, rotating slowly in my head only to be stolen by time and fall captive to the 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 on Shinto and listening to Nils Frahm. I weighed each raw material as if they were necessary and fundamental words, as when you are looking for the right words to tell something important about your life to a person; it was my story, my path, in the dark. 

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 rests is built on the notes of vetiver, patchouli, cedarwood and sandalwood, musk and leather. Made in Italy.