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AndreiREC
Sogni took me on my first trip to Japan
I have never encountered so far a perfumer as masterful as Meo when it comes to transposing the story of a fragrance he created, and the mood of the actual scent. Sogni feels like a dream to me in the sense that it literally took me on a trip to Japan, even though I never visited. But it was exactly as I would imagine a day there - along with a moody light and a slightly warm spring air. It opens up with the faintest pine note, but it is not the forest kind at all. Just the slightest hint of green that quickly paves the way for the steam that floats outward from a hot rice bowl. That slightly lactonic, soft, skin like, cozy smell of the hot rice that fills a room when cooked well. The rice is then “decorated” with petals of flowers that sweeten up the fragrance that in the end, makes way for lots of mysterious woods that are so well done that you cant help but smell your hand over and over again. It is so seductive and romantic, only a poet would be able to fully grasp the potential and artistry of this fragrance. Meo is a poet. I simply cannot get enough of this one.
Longevity is very good, above average. Over 8 hours definitely.
Sillage: first hour it does radiate to an arm’s length, then gradually turns into a more intimate bubble for well over 8 hours on me.
Longevity is very good, above average. Over 8 hours definitely.
Sillage: first hour it does radiate to an arm’s length, then gradually turns into a more intimate bubble for well over 8 hours on me.
A boat rocking gently at golden hour
After one hour of swimming in open waters, you backstroke to your boat, eager to get out of the water and rest in the golden sun.
You grab the boat's rim, pull yourself out and simply crash inside.
You are tired. You stretch your numb feet alongside the old, wooden, crusty boat that hosts old fishnets used by fishermen before you, that still smell of scales and faint algae. You rest your head on a curled up, thick hemp rope that is powdered by salt dust that dried on it throughout the years. Thin hemp strings that protrude from it tickle the back of your neck.
As you lay on your back in your creaky old rocking boat, the warm winds move the scent of sweet sunscreen that evaporates from your pores. You applied some, hours before jumping in for a swim, and the oily film from the protective cream still lingers on your tanned skin.
The sun still pulsates, like warm whispers in your ear.
Your shoulders gathered grains of salt that were scattered within your boat, and on your bicep you feel the tender tickle of a long, thing, algae, that started drying on your oily skin in the shape of a long root.
Salt starts crystallising on your body and you slowly dry up. You start having that odd sensation of your whole skin shrinking. It feels as if your shell won't fit your body anymore, and even though you are alone, on your rocking boat in the middle of the seemingly infinite sea, the sensation of your skin closing in on you makes it feel as if nothing is large enough to fit your body anymore.
And all you sense is the smell of the salty hemp rope from beneath your head, the oily, sweet sunscreen film covering your sunburnt body, the thin, root shaped algae on your arm and the old fishnets scattered with dried scales left behind by fishermen before your.
And every time you spray a bit of Acqua di Sale, you will inevitably be thrown right back to this very moment.
Longevity 9/10
Sillage: 8.5/10
Scent: 10/10
This is what midsummer nostalgia smells like.
You grab the boat's rim, pull yourself out and simply crash inside.
You are tired. You stretch your numb feet alongside the old, wooden, crusty boat that hosts old fishnets used by fishermen before you, that still smell of scales and faint algae. You rest your head on a curled up, thick hemp rope that is powdered by salt dust that dried on it throughout the years. Thin hemp strings that protrude from it tickle the back of your neck.
As you lay on your back in your creaky old rocking boat, the warm winds move the scent of sweet sunscreen that evaporates from your pores. You applied some, hours before jumping in for a swim, and the oily film from the protective cream still lingers on your tanned skin.
The sun still pulsates, like warm whispers in your ear.
Your shoulders gathered grains of salt that were scattered within your boat, and on your bicep you feel the tender tickle of a long, thing, algae, that started drying on your oily skin in the shape of a long root.
Salt starts crystallising on your body and you slowly dry up. You start having that odd sensation of your whole skin shrinking. It feels as if your shell won't fit your body anymore, and even though you are alone, on your rocking boat in the middle of the seemingly infinite sea, the sensation of your skin closing in on you makes it feel as if nothing is large enough to fit your body anymore.
And all you sense is the smell of the salty hemp rope from beneath your head, the oily, sweet sunscreen film covering your sunburnt body, the thin, root shaped algae on your arm and the old fishnets scattered with dried scales left behind by fishermen before your.
And every time you spray a bit of Acqua di Sale, you will inevitably be thrown right back to this very moment.
Longevity 9/10
Sillage: 8.5/10
Scent: 10/10
This is what midsummer nostalgia smells like.
