Where am I? Am I still dreaming or is it reality?
Dreams
It tells that moment suspended between the dream and real life, that moment in which our mind and our hearts are still in a distant place and we feel lost, confused, as suspended ...
With dreams I told my love for Japan, the memories of past travel, my passion for Kawabata's literature, the films of Kurosawa and the bonsai.
I tried to tell a new story with a woody and warm perfume, my Japanese dream.
One day, long ago, I thought and dreamed of being able to create a perfect wood perfume, where the different woods told time, the passage of life itself, once again a challenge, a perfume that could
be unique, exciting and engaging. Dreams is the realization of my desire, an immediate experience, incredibly close to the reality and nature of things. Aesthetic devotion of nature.
The opening of dreams is a tatami wood and Japanese pine needles, we are in an ancient Kyoto Ryokan and the rain has stopped falling. A warm bowl of rice is next to us, reminds us of the simplicity of life, his
purity. Attention brings us to the nose the green note, clear and transparent of a bamboo forest, the well -known peony flourishing is instead an exciting haiku. An instant who preludes the awakening of our soul from the dream.
Finally, the lights of this dawn envelop the woody notes of the sandal, cedar and the typical agreement of the Kodo ritual, incense. A journey into the beauty of Japanese harmony.
"This perfume is dedicated to my great friend, Makoto Horisaki"
