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.
The perfume takes shape inside its mixture. Notes, first intimates, become threefold body of perfume, base, heart, head. Memories bring still eastward, toward a door, where the spiritual world felt a need to go, the door where the gaze is bitter and spiced. The lands, as men, open their care to time, in prayer and in the ritual that spreads from the hand towards the body. I travel inside myself, the time's love, the blend is essence, resinoid breath. The scent flowing, run from me, now it’s desire, tomorrow is memory. Passage and nostalgia.
