The cold is eternal, immobile, ancient ice that floats on frozen waters, a mountain under a canvas of bianco And blue, from it all life is eternal, indestructible until a warm and blinding light breaks, shattering it, transforming sterility into life, pungent cold that nourishes heat.
It is the scent of the fusion and flowering of orange buds, balanced with amber and cedar wood tones, creating a heat that recalls the bright dawn of love.