3#nota di viaggio (ciavuru d’amuri)
Trilogia del viaggio
eau de parfum
In this perfume I found my land again: Ciavuru d'amuri was born in Sicily south of the world. In the austere silence, I wait for my time. Women's scents envelop the house, the saltiness of wooden hooves. Mothers' robes smell of incense, mothers caress rosaries. I remember those late summer afternoons when in a hurry, from the sea we would return home, male and female, steal the figs that from the crumbling walls faced the street. We would run to the feast, the great doors of the churches would open their secrets, their scent. I remember those summer evenings when weary I slept in my mother's arms, my hands still smelled of figs, but my love guarded me in the white robes, among the incense that enveloped her.
I often think of my land, of my origins, I bring back to my mind the years I spent in my land and the times when I would return, in the summer, during school vacations. My Sicily holds mixed emotions, sweet memories and bitter feelings. I have constructed the olfactory memories of my Sicily. They carry in their odorous body what I recognize most strongly in the scent of my land, like the newborn in its first moments of life, the skin of the mother, of her breast. Ciavuru d'amuri is my childhood, the time of youth, a dedication to mothers, to my own, to my mother's mother and to mother earth, the generator of all our emotions. I remember the smell of the Fig tree, it was large and created shade in the garden of, the reflections of its light still bathe my eyes with emotion.
Composition: Fig, Jasmine, Ylang-Ylang, Incense, Cedar, Sandalwood, Artemisia, Benzoin, Bergamot.
Trilogia del viaggio
eau de parfum
In this perfume I found my land again: Ciavuru d'amuri was born in Sicily south of the world. In the austere silence, I wait for my time. Women's scents envelop the house, the saltiness of wooden hooves. Mothers' robes smell of incense, mothers caress rosaries. I remember those late summer afternoons when in a hurry, from the sea we would return home, male and female, steal the figs that from the crumbling walls faced the street. We would run to the feast, the great doors of the churches would open their secrets, their scent. I remember those summer evenings when weary I slept in my mother's arms, my hands still smelled of figs, but my love guarded me in the white robes, among the incense that enveloped her.
I often think of my land, of my origins, I bring back to my mind the years I spent in my land and the times when I would return, in the summer, during school vacations. My Sicily holds mixed emotions, sweet memories and bitter feelings. I have constructed the olfactory memories of my Sicily. They carry in their odorous body what I recognize most strongly in the scent of my land, like the newborn in its first moments of life, the skin of the mother, of her breast. Ciavuru d'amuri is my childhood, the time of youth, a dedication to mothers, to my own, to my mother's mother and to mother earth, the generator of all our emotions. I remember the smell of the Fig tree, it was large and created shade in the garden of, the reflections of its light still bathe my eyes with emotion.
Composition: Fig, Jasmine, Ylang-Ylang, Incense, Cedar, Sandalwood, Artemisia, Benzoin, Bergamot.