1# nota di viaggio (rites de passage)
(eau de parfum)
Meo Fusciuni’s first work takes us to a delicate and vibrating journey.
It has its origin in Istanbul, the Eastern Gate, with a note of black pepper the magic of bazaars, homesickness, the delight of holy places. The perfume takes shape inside its mixture and metamorphosis. Rites de passage finds its way in the metamorphosis, from the head note of black pepper, grapefruit and bergamot, to the heart note of ylang-ylang and geranium.
The deep base note and intimate prayer of incense, the vetiver takes root in the ploughed, devastated land, and the red, pulpy sandalwood gushes from the earth and bears the divine resins and the sweetness of benzoino, the power of patchouli.
Topnote: Grapefruit, Black Pepper, Bergamot
Heartnote: Ylang-Ylang, Geranium, Rosewood
Basenote: Benzoin, Vetiver, Sandalwood, Patchouli, Frankincense
2# nota di viaggio (shukran...)
(eau de parfum)
Shukran, the magic is the meeting, the light that welcomes you at the end of the long journey from Turkey to Morocco. Ebrezza, I’m sailing lightly, among colours, perfumes, the sea and the sand.
What can I tell about Morocco? What can I bring with me?
The meeting between mint and tobacco has given birth to Shukran that celebrates the lightness of a people, of a magic place. Happiness and wait join together, time is taken into a great consideration, time for a cup of mint tea. Shukran is my gift to a people, a special place in my past, in Morocco I did most of my ethnobotany researches, I wanted to tell the side of my most joyful experience in Morocco, the quiet moments that I spent drinking tea Moroccan mint and writing my travel diary. The mint tea is a convivial moment in Morocco, the men decide to stop and talk about, even if only through their eyes, it's a scent very important for me, the composition maybe seems simple, but it encloses a lot of emotions.
Topnote: Moroccan Mint
(parfum) / (eau de parfum)
"The journey has reached its point, its threshold, the silence"
Luce is the natural contrast of Notturno, the need for balance, stable self consciousness. Luce comes from an introspective journey that begins with the start of a new day, when nature has not completely awakened, the air is still wet, everything is stasis, silence and the human eye will marvel at daybreak. The inspiration are the words of the American architect Louis Kahn, a teacher in shaping light and matter: "I believe that light is the source of all matter is the presence and light worn. What light creates, casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to light. Perceive the presence of a threshold, which separates the light from the silence, the silence that brings to light, immersed in an atmosphere inspired, where the desire to be and to express meets as possible. The rock, the river, the wind are sources of inspiration. First with amazement and then consciously we observe what beautiful is the matter. In the sanctuary of art, the light meets the silence and the silence the light". The olfactory pyramid of Luce supports an architecture of purity and brightness, really expresses a feeling of deep serenity. A scent that represents the dawn of a new day, a blank sheet of paper on which to write the word end on one side and on the other the beginning of a new story.
Topnote: Leather, Cedar Leaves, Birch leaves
Heartnote: Sandalwood, Patchouli, Tobacco
Basenote: Amber, Vanilla, Benzoin
I remember every step as an indelible mark.
The journey began in the city of Palermo, on the steps of a church, in a far-off September.
I knew I was looking for something that would make me start to write and to smell. The constant scent of that threshold that I have never crossed is still in my olfactory memory. Palermo as the starting point, travelling to different places, in search of a meaning for the path. My destiny has marked an olfactory journey, on which the soul's duty is to walk, the major work has become travelling and doing research. Narcotico tells the beginning of a new cycle. A fragrance that becomes ritual, the first chapter of a new poetic-olfactory research path, the "Mystic Cycle". A physical and mental journey in holy places and transfigured by the human soul’s smell. The olfactory iconography is sought in the deep smell that like every memory brings to a path which has already been walked through by man and experienced by our soul. Perfumes, scents, mingled mystical states that cover the body. Incense, Oud, Benzoin, Patchouli, Tonka Bean...The encounter with the sacred image, like any prayer is the cradle of our needs. Image after image, the gaze stops, the head bends on the perfumed resin.
Topnote: Incense, Thyme
Heartnote: Tonka bean, Benzoin
Basenote: Patchouli, Vanilla, Musk, Oud
In my dreamlike journey you can find the essence of the mystique cycle second chapter.
Getting lost in the collective unconsciousness, and only far away from that place, getting the meaning. As in a dream, Narcissus’ and Tuberose’s bodies in flower, tell the way through the birch forest step by step, where the animal lives and people celebrate the fairy tale ritual, spiritual and mental place of perfume.
There are distant places in the world that are linked together by a thin, imaginary thread.
I have tried to create a fragrance for this invisible bond, I have found a heart in flower in the forest, I have listened to the animal speaking, I have seen the end of the day, I have found out perfumed signs of the past, I have found the meaning in my native soil. I have reached Thelema. The magic of nature hides in the secret of words. Number 93 represents this journey mystic key.
"Smell is a soul that shapes our shadow"
Topnote: Birch leaves, Clove, Cumin
Heartnote: Tuberose, Narcissus, Sage
Basenote: Oud, Vetiver, Guaiac wood, Patchouli, Vanilla, Tobacco.
Oblivion tells about the end of a long journey in the life of a man, third and last chapter of the mystique trilogy.
Along this journey I have met my native culture, the influence of Pasolini and Antonello da Messina, I have told about the sacred narcotic state, I have seen my Palermo again. I have travelled deep into my soul and I have told the inner and sometimes painful memories of our sleeping past. I continued along this path in a popular, fairy, occult ritual, I have given this odor a number, no.93, I have sworn to myself to go on and do my best with love.
At that point of my life I needed peace, absolute quietness, equilibrium, I wished I could find a different spirituality, a peace that floats like a boat on a long river. I have found it in the meaning of the word oblivion itself, and in a faraway place. I have travelled for a long time to look for something that could close this magic triangle. I have looked for a bright spiral, its vegetal heart and its body of dust and earth. I have spent the last year looking for oblivion and its odor and I have had many spiritual and physical influences, a trip to Cambodia, the long sailings on the Mekong, the search for the purest raw materials, the study of the olfactory memory as the starting point of any creative process. At the end of my journey I understood that I didn't want to recollect, I just wanted to get lost in the oblivion of my research and be quiet. I found my peace and my salvation in oblivion.
Heartnote: Immortelle, Iris, Mate, Tobacco
Basenote: Oakmoss, Sandalwood, Sacred woods, Powder, Musk
The solitude of man passes through the sound that accompanies him in his thoughts, in the interpretation that he makes of his life, through a small song infinitely repeated, which sounds in the silence, a perfume. A man in his shelter, time passes and unable to let go of his deep bond with this living space, forever waiting. In his hands he holds a bunch of roses, (I only have flowers with me ...) now preserved with time, only his right hand is free, touching the time window from where he observes the world, his left hand ever careful not to drop the red roses. Who are these roses meant for? (on the table, the vase where now the stagnant water dominates the scent of the flowers, a cup of coffee and a cigarette between the fingers of my hand).
The glass balls, on the ground, continually swirl, hindering the cessation of time; time cannot stop, waiting will cease. Black umbrellas like people, in the courtyard of stillness, appear and disappear; people and umbrellas, all in a spin, umbrellas don’t protect from rain, people do not listen to other people. Everyone is alone in his world, where roses grow, the red ones, which I brought with me.
Topnote: Bergamot, Ginger, Pink Pepper
Heartnote: Abs. Turkish Rose, Coffee extract, Liatrix
Basenote: Abs. Tobacco, Vetiver Bourbon, Civet, Abs. Sage, Musk, Abs. Cistus Labdanum
"I started to create this fragrance by reading the poems of Emily Dickinson, I tried to imagine the places where she loved to walk and from there I start to work, imagining to return as a child and run in the middle of grassy fields, listening to nature and breathing the freedom of my spirit. The next step was to select the raw materials as we do in the construction of an herbarium and find the balance, the elegance that told the poetry of Emily ". Spirito is the second and final chapter of the Metamorphosis Cycle. It is a fragrance that talks about the freedom of the soul, is the distant glance. It is a long walk through grassy fields, a run under the light of spring and summer; it has an olfactory balance that does not search for contrasts. Everything has been weighed with caution and extreme dedication in order to create a perfect balance, as is found in nature.
Topnote: Angelica, chamomile, carrot seeds, herbaceous note
Heartnote: Cypress, myrtle, hyssop, paper
Basenote: Cedarwood, vetiver, musk, guaiac wood, elemi, tonka bean abs