Buio by Meo Fusciuni

"It is night, it is dark, and our mind goes among wandering thoughts. Buio tells of the moments when we search ourselves for a light. Buio is a place, where we live our feeling. 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." - Giuseppe Imprezzabile It is night, it is dark, and our mind drifts among wandering thoughts. Darkness tells of the moments when we search within ourselves for a light. Darkness is a place, where we experience our feelings. Darkness is the time of insomnia, where giant monsters will reveal themselves in daylight as small beings. Darkness is a hope, mine, to let the darkness abandon me. It is night, it is dark, as far as I can see. There were days when my thoughts were everywhere, slowly spinning in my head, only to be stolen by time and fall captive to events. The first accord created in this perfume was between Cade oil, Carrot seeds, smoky Incense, Cashmeran, and Suederal. It was here that the courage to change the course of my thoughts, their existence, and my life was born. In those days, while this perfume was being created, I read books about Shintoism and listened to Nils Frahm. I weighed each raw material as if they were necessary and fundamental words, like when you search for the right words to tell someone something important about your life; it was my story, my journey, in the darkness. Smoky and powdery notes open the life of this fragrance, an incense that holds centuries of s