Luce Meo Fusciuni 2013

Light. Across garden walls, crossing borders, it dares to shine on the wood. Is it shining beige? The first glance is deceptive; the second: nature reveals itself in the creamy, light brown. Both the one skinned by man and stretched naked into the rooms, and the one that enjoys the happiness of dwelling on the remaining plants, yielding to the whims.
Interwoven in the wind a shallow sweetness. Are these the aerosols? Are the bright tree trunks speaking to me? Those architecturally silent below, as well as the vibrant alive in front of me?
Shallowly the scents of debarked birches mingle, radiating into me from the room behind me and the garden in front.
Smooth, slightly tart shoulder touches occasionally make me look around. Mildly spicy and sweet, almost milky make their way through me.
Purified by sun-warmed woods and gentle patchouli I move through the room.

A friendly bright fragrance that invites you to linger in forest clearings or between quiet house facades.