THE COLLECTION

"I'd like to move people with the smells, tell a story without images or sounds, 
almost without touching that little perfumed cloud that, close to us, spreads"

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.

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 enclose a lot of emotions.

3#nota di viaggio (ciavuru d'amuri) NEW 2019!

(eau de parfum)

The last stage of the Trilogy of Journey is dedicated to Sicily, my native land. The olfactory trajectory, started in Istanbul and continued in Marrakech, ends with a journey into memory. This perfume tells through the olfactory notes that compose it, the happy moments of childhood spent on the island, in the house of the grandmother and in the arms of my mother during the sacred processions. "Ciavuru d’amuri" in Sicilian means "perfume of love".

This fragrance for Me is a dedication not only to my mother, but also to my land, the generator of all Sicilian beauty.

The perfume opens with the note of Fig, in the green note of the leaves and milky of the sap; the top note is accompanied by citrus notes of Bergamot and aromatic green Artemisia notes.

The heart of Ciavuru d'amuri is white, like the robes of mothers and the sun of Sicily, a floral bouquet of Jasmine and Ylang-Ylang. Everything goes on, and in listening on skin we begin to feel the aromatic and austere notes of the Incense of the sacred festivities, a perfume that impregnates the clothes of the faithful and the ancient churches of the native town, Mazara del Vallo.  Despite the incense is a note often considered pungent and strong, here instead it has a delicate olfactory shape, not losing the theme of perfume, the delicacy of love and the white light of beloved Sicily. The base note is accompanied by the woody notes of Cedar and Sandalwood and the resinous notes of Benzoin.

3#nota di viaggio (ciavuru d'amuri)

(eau de parfum)

Meo Fusciuni’s third journey is made of olfactory memories, love and perfumes.

The third travelling note was born in Sicily, in the south of the world, where the note of fig celebrates the arriving of light, of hot afternoons and the waiting of the night.

It opens the heart of the narcotic white jasmine. Sanctuary of happiness, in the light that shines and leads to the sea.

Waiting in a formal white dress the Love Holy Celebration, in the Holy scent of incense."

 "In this perfume I found my birthplace again".

Notturno

(parfum)

Notturno is the first fragrance of the Cycle of Poetry. Inspired by Rilke, Holderlin, Celan, Neruda and De la Cruz, five Poets, five olfactory and visual steps, five signs, five moments of the night. Just one colour, black. A fragrance dedicated to the night and intimate research, the darkness that is the marvelous work that the man reaches, to search in himself, traveling continuously without stopping, shattering all the certainties of his life. Notturno was created by a mad desire for love, love for the night, poetry, the obsessive research of the architecture of the heart. The poetic and olfactory pyramid of Notturno is a dark work that rip and protects you, a sensual scent that envelops you. The top note of Rhum is olfactory memory of nights sleepless, the amber liquid is a companion of night, single, faithful. On the heart is laying the ink, poetry, olfactory note of the writer, of the human soul; beside him the smell of leather, the material that surrounds the old diaries. On the ground, in the base of Notturno, where the poet has walked, the woods, birch and cedar and the loved resins... incense, amber, musk . The odorous metamorphosis of Notturno, reveals at night its poetic essence.

 

"I waited for everything to pass,

that the multitude became uniqueness.

Olfactory architecture of the heart"

Luce

(parfum)

"The journey has reached its point, its threshold, the silence"

Luce is the natural contrast of Notturno, the need for balance, stable selfconsciousness. 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

Narcotico

(parfum)

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.

Memory lasts.Narcotico.

Odor 93

(parfum)

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"

L'oblìo

(parfum)

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 swore 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 far away place. I have travelled for a longtime 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.

Little song

(parfum)

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 .

Spirito

(parfum)

"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 a herbarium and find the balance, the elegance that told the poetry of Emily ".
Spirit 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.

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