"The violet in spring tells the flourishing of the soul"
There is a place where my thoughts finds refuge, where I am clevering from the world, where I read my poems aloud at the dawn of March, while the first violets of the year emerge from the still freezing ground. That place is the garden of my soul. In Nere Viole addresses the theme of the absence and black in which I hide my being, abandon my mind, where the word becomes boulder to which I licensed my spirit and where poetry becomes a form of invocation. The perfume becomes a miracle, black on black. I chose to tell a new story that has the scent of a black purple. Viole Nere was born from my desire to tell my love for the garden, as a physical and spiritual place, as a mirror of my conscience. I did it by interpreting the famous Violetta, austere and delicate flower, but with a strong character. My violet tells the mornings of March, when the earth is still humid and cold, wet by the late winter and the first lights of spring illuminate the lawn. Violette grow and smell the days, a ritual that is repeated year after year. I wanted to make tradition modern, seek the balance between the powdered, fruity and woody notes. The crunchy note of Cassis tells the freshness of those mornings, the Vetiver, Patchouli and incense agreement brings us back to the earth, to our roots. Violetta, Iris and the flowery agreement are emotion, light, elegance.
A contemporary classic, a Violetta 1920s but of the new century
