3# Nota di Viaggio (Ciavuru d'Amuri) Meo Fusciuni 2011

There were a few things she never got enough of.
An aromatic latte with Italian espresso.
Sunrises, sunsets, crescent moons, full moons, constellations, shooting stars.
Digging for old books in used bookstores.

And above all, all the feelings that only exist in summer.
When the skin still glows golden from within after a day in the Mediterranean sun.
How worries and problems dissolve for a moment into single drops and are carried away by the sea, and each wave makes you feel lighter.
The little shells and stones collected that jingle like little treasures in one's pockets.
When biting into ripe fruit, the nectar drips and sticks to your salt-dried skin.
The warm wind, carrying and taking the scent of bushes and stones and trees.

In Ciavuru d'Amuri there are little moments in fragrance form that remind her of all this.
Green figs entirely without the sweet-milky coconut note that often comes out in fig scents,
Jasmine flowers that are so transparent and subtle that at no moment do they push themselves to the forefront on their own. The incense is so dry and ethereal that it is only noticeable in that the whole fragrance combines with the skin as after a hot summer day when all the smells of the day have melted into the skin due to the heat and rather an overall feeling remains than a fragrance.
A dream of a fig fragrance that is unfortunately as fleeting and intangible as a dream itself.