Eternal is the memory, eternal is the scent of our childhood.
A perfume dedicated to love for my land, my roots, Sicily. I was born south of the world, in a
Place I thought would be my eternal island. Ciavuru D’Amuri means scent of love and it is an olfactory journey backwards, in my memory. Tells
My childhood, the time of youth, a dedication to my mother and my grandmother, a special dedication to my father, Bartolomeo. I remember the fig plant, it was
Great his body and created shadow in the flowery garden of my grandmother Vincenza. There I spent the carefree time of childhood. The 3# travel note opens in the dairy green of the fig, in bitterness
of Artemisia and Bergamotto. Everything is sweet with time and white, like the clothes of the mothers, like the sun of Sicily. The heart of Ciavuru D’Amuri is a flowery bouquet, of jasmine and Ylang - Ylang. They were the white flowers
To create the reflections of light that still illuminate my eyes of emotion. The evening approached, we returned home, after long walks, the austere notes of the incense and the hot woody notes of cedar and sandal
They lean on the sweetness of benzoin, everything became familiar to my memory, like a sacred summer procession. I remember the voices, which Piano told ancient stories, we were sitting around the table, still there, under the dew of my grandmother's great fig. In this perfume I told one of the most intimate chapters of my life.
