NEBBIA FITTA

Where iron and stone along the river soaked oxygen.

NEBBIA SPESSA

IN THE INVISIBLE SEA WHERE WE WANDER, mixing instant fear and convulsive pleasure, between saline repulsion and voluptuousness, shifting the boundary of one's self that fluctuates and never stops. Suffocated by a dull and distant sound that deforms and suf

Nobility

Notion

NOTRE-DAME 15.4.2019

OPUS 1144

The TRUE SMELL OF GOTHIC, which begins with the laying of the first stone of the basilica of Saint Denis at the gates of Paris in 1144.

PIOGGIA DEBOLE

Have you ever tried to smell wet wood for the chimney?

PIOGGIA FORTE

Two bodies united in the memory of a sudden heavy shower. Two desires that embrace through the water.

PIOGGIA MODERATA

It’s the nostalgia of finding yourself walking in Milan while your own steps draw your emotions on the road wet.

QUANDO RAPITA IN ESTASI

MARIA CALLAS, the “Divina” was staged at the scale of Milan in the 50s to sing “l’aria della follia” of the opera Lucia di Lammermoor by the composer Gaetano Donizetti. Deaf place, incense, lily of the valley, chords and opiate chords in AN ABSOLUTELY ENTR

RELIQVIA

I leave what remains… Relic is a term derived from Latin and it is mean “I leave”.

ROSA NIGRA

“NIGRA SUM, SED FORMOSA” OLFACTORY PARAPHRASE OF THE ASSUMPTION. The Virgin Mary who ascends to heaven “in body and soul”: all the materials that compose her call to mind a rose that in reality is not present.

SANTAl DES INDES

The freshness of deep-down things, of noble trees with ancient roots. Grounded and serene, Santal des Indes is a poetic gesture of gratitude for the gifts of the earth. The Woody, Musky, Vetiver from the dark, rich soil mingles with fallen leaves, crushed

SCANDAL ABSOLU

SCUSAMI

Don’t forget to ask for forgiveness… Persecuted by remorse, in the fury of fate. And anger grows.

SILENZIO

SILVER BIRCH

Majestic and exquisite, the smooth white bark of the lithe birch stands out against the crystalline drifts of snow covering the forests’ silent floor. The sky, covered by impending snow clouds, casts a velvet-like dusky blue backdrop that reveals the stark

SOUL PARFUM

This fragrance is the shape of CoSTUME NATIONAL’s soul. A yearning for absolute purity, a perfect synthesis of elegance and style.

SYMPHONIE-PASSION

The smell that Filippo felt when he played the organ in Rouen, THE SAME ORGAN PLAYED SEVERAL TIMES BY MARCEL DUPRÉ, who was a great and virtuoso composer who lived in the early 1900s.

Ti Amo Parfum

“BE THE FLAME, NOT THE MOTH”