As ink in the heart.
A tribute to the night, to poetry. Night tells my inner journey, a dark tunnel, where to stop me
And to think about the beauty of poetry, the word engraved by the ink of life. The ineping notes of Rhum
They mark the way like a slap. An ethereal journey in a distant time, imaginary and dark rooms of the
mind. The heart of the perfume is enveloping, as the skin enveloped the old diaries of the writers, a heat
Skip on spices, birch and an elegant and dark chuod agreement holds a delicate perfume of flowers.
It is here, in this instant of the night, that the notes of ink, present the poets who have marked my life:
Hölderlin, Rilke, Celan, Strindberg, Dostoevsky. There is a moment in this perfume, where I wanted a sensual and romantic mutation
, is his land, his background. The warm notes of ambra and moss, the creamy and enveloping notes of the sandal, the spiritual notes of cedar wood and incense. The dusty and smoky
Memory that remains on us, is the soul of poetry. Notturno meant an important step for my journey, a perfume in which I wanted each of us to confront himself with himself, with the poetry that there
He marked life.
