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There is a moment in the Garden of Eden when reality dissolves and only vibration remains. It is time suspended between day and night, between the moment and eternity. Into this subtle space comes Aetera, a fragrance that does not settle on the skin, but hovers in the air like an idea, like a sound that needs no voice. Aetera does not allow itself to be defined: it is ethereal yet present, delicate yet sharp. Like the music that accompanies an unnamed memory, it thrives on subtle contrasts and unexpected harmonies. It is sublimation in motion, an experience in which perfume becomes vibration and every note generates resonance. Its opening notes are bright, floral, and abstract. Vanilla from Madagascar intermingles with Himalayan Orchid, Sicilian Jasmine and Mimosa from Liguria. The overall result is transparent yet multifaceted, like a crystal pierced by light. Italian Freesia adds a hint of crisp wind, like a breath brushing against the skin. In the heart, the fragrance gains depth: Cane Sugar blends with Tonka Bean from the Amazon and Amyris from the Caribbean, while Frangipani from Hawaii and Osmanthus from China create a discreet sensuality. The notes chase each other without touching, as if dancing on a body of water. The base is the anchor of the composition: Grey Amber and White Musk create a luminous and rarefied base, tinged with Indonesian Patchouli, Tuscan Oakmoss and Moroccan Artemisia. It is an earthly echo that dialogues with the air, like roots that do not hold but guide. Aetera is the fragrance of what cannot be seen but can be felt. An idea that remains suspended, like a note in the air, even after the music is over.