In a remote place, crossing silent woods and natural shadows, I closed my eyes and thought:
"What perfume does it have the voice of nature?"
Imagine, that the world suddenly is discovered to you, through the woods, through the water of the Baltic, through the light that impetuously enters the leaves of centuries -old trees. Imagine listening for the first time
And forever the voice of the earth. Last Season was born from a trip to Sweden, in a place far from the world. In those days of peace, beauty and friendship I rediscovered for a moment that pure feeling that is our destiny: always going to
depth in things, living them, understanding and rejoiced, venturing into life. That depth is told through this perfume, which leaves voice only to nature. Last Season tells my first steps in that unspoiled place; It was a warm August morning, the aromatic notes tell the arrival on the island of the Muschs. Everything here is submerged and as ancestral lunar appearances, marine vegetables bind us to water, lying on the dark rocks of the Baltic. And then the steps, slow, respectful, of us
Guests of this green, earthy, humid space. The sun warms the cortex of trees; Animals look at us, lonely men, in the heart of nature. I crossed all the seas to see you, passing all the forests to talk to you, to listen to your perfume, nature. And now that I am here, I am speechless, I close your eyes and listen to your essence in this last season.
“I saw a distant world,
in the quiet of the waters and woods.
Silence was broken
from the voice of the white swan,
from the flight of the Airone Cenerino.
There is a world in which we no longer see ourselves,
But only the beauty of what rotates and lives around us.
We are not, but we listen to the essence of the world.
That end, that border,
I saw it here. "
