MEO FUSCIUNI. Little song

LITTLE SONG parfum
Cycle of Metamorphosis

A song that becomes sound in silence and perfume.

Little song tells the metamorphosis of time, which inexorably passes through our lives. A perfume that tells of my loneliness and my intimate sensation of time, which flows and changes things. Little song speaks to the past. How to tell the time that passes? How to find the scent of metamorphosis? In the initial vibration of its citrus and spicy notes, I listen to hope. Little song is a small song repeated endlessly, it is a cup of coffee, left alone on the table in my studio, the scent of its bottom, intense, aromatic, from there, I started to remember. Little song is a bouquet of roses held in my hand. I looked for depth in the Rose, I looked for the poetry of its petals, slowly drying, deep and dusty feeling. Little song is a daily ritual, the cigarette now consumed between the fingers, the pungent tobacco brings the look away, Kafka pages repeated by heart. A scent of earth and smoke, of roots and resins. Finally, even time has its own perfume. I keep writing this little song over and over again, like a lullaby. Little song is a narrow space, it is a deep connection with life, with the past. A perfume that shakes the heart, that reaches the bottom of the human soul.

[ Little song was thought, created and arranged, while listening to the album: Murder ballads and Skeleton tree by Nick Cave and the bad seeds during each of these stages].

Olfactory family: WOODY
Facet: CYPRIATE, GOURMANDE

Composition: Coffee, Rose, Tobacco