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

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, Constantinople, with a note of black pepper the magic of bazaars, homesickness, the delight of  holy places.

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2# nota di viaggio (shukran...)

(eau de parfum)

Shukran, the magic of the meetings, 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.

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3#nota di viaggio (ciavuru d'amuri) 

(eau de parfum)

"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"

Cycle of Poetry



The poetic and olfactory pyramid of Notturno is a dark work that rip and protects you, a sensual scent that envelops. 
"I waited for everything to pass, that the multitude became uniqueness. Olfactory architecture of the heart"




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

Mystic Trilogy



I remember every step as an indelible mark. 

A physical and mental journey in holy places and transfigured by the human soul’s smell.

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Odor 93


As in the center of a dream, the flowery body of Narcissus and Tuberose tell step by step the path in the birch forest, where the animal lives and the ritual of the fairy tale is celebrated, mental and spiritual place of perfume.




"...What if the good of man was to forget, rather than remember?" At the end of this journey I realized that I didn't want to remember anymore, I just wanted to get lost in the oblivion of my search, and be quiet. Forgetting had become my salvation, my peace.

Metamorphosis Cycle
Little song

Little song


The loneliness of man passes through the sound that accompanies him in his thoughts, in the interpretation that he makes of his life, passes through a small song repeated endlessly, which becomes sound in silence, perfume. 




I started to create this fragrance by reading Emily Dickinson's poems, I tried to imagine the places where she loved to walk and from there I started, imagining being a child again and running in the middle of grassy fields, listening to nature and breathing the freedom of my Spirit.

Timeless Trilogy



Varanasi is a sacred and profane place of smell, full of contrasts and meanings. I composed letting myself be guided by the visceral emotion I felt the day I felt the sacred water of the Ganges in my hands.