Not Chosen

There is a moment, in the middle of the night, when everything falls silent. The shadows grow heavier, the silence is filled with portent; thoughts form slowly, like fog slithering its way along the corridors of our subconscious. It is there, in that narrow space between dream and reality, that Arkano della Luna appears: a whispered voice in the darkness, an enticing song that leads you through the depths of the subconscious. With its feeble, wavering light, the Moon does not illuminate, but it reflects. It deceives, bewitches and seduces. It is the mirror of our hidden emotions, of the fears that we dare not speak about, of our desires that eat away at us in silence. Its mystery speaks of illusions and hidden truths, secrets whispered in the dark and truths revealed only to those who know to look beyond the cover of night. Like a spell that unfolds gradually, the fragrance opens with an enticing first note: Bulgarian Rose, the queen of the subconscious, opens up slowly under a timeless sky, caressed by the vibrant light of Amalfi Lemon, like a ray of light slicing through the shadows. Dolomite Red Apple dances with Greek Saffron, creating a mysterious, golden trail like stardust. Piedmont Hazelnut offers an unexpected caress, calming the atmosphere with a warm, velvety veil, like the memory of a dream that is slow to fade. The emotions at the beating heart of the fragrance are thick and enveloping: with its intense, melancholic sweetness, Dolomite Raspberry entwines with the divine, narcoticTahiti Vanilla Flowers that unfold under the moonlight. Indonesian Coconut Milk flows like a soft, sensual, spiritual lymph, soothing the skin and spirit, while hypnotic, voluptuous Indian Jasmine Sambac rises into the night like a silent prayer The bases of this olfactory sorcery are rooted in a sacred, nocturnal land: ancient, vibrant Tuscan Oakmoss guards the secrets of an inner forest, while magnetic, otherworldly Ambergris instils an aura of everlasting mystery in the creation. Hawaii Frangipane, sensual as a tropical caress, merges with the sweet depth of Turkish Sweet Caramel, sealing the ritual with a timeless, irresistible and lingering trail. Arkano della Luna is never worn, it is conjured up. It is a secret ritual, a caress from the shadows that takes you to places unspoken of, unseen and not understood. It is a talisman for those brave enough to look within and dance with their own ghosts under the hesitant light of the stars. Because only by embracing your own illusions can you arrive at your own authentic truth.