Meo Fusciuni Little song perfume

Meo Fusciuni Little song parfum

The first perfume by Meo Fusciuni from the Metamorphosis Cycle

One of strongest fragrance he has ever produced. It comes with a natural vaporisateur.

Topnote: Bergamot, Ginger, Pink Pepper. Heartnote: Turkish Rose Abs, Coffee extract, Liatris Basenote: Tobacco Abs, Vetiver Bourbon, Civet, Sage Abs, Musk, Cistus Labdanum Abs

Made in Italy. 100 ml. box

Little song tells about the passage of time that it seems not running out, that time that change ourselves. This perfume ask us if time is real or imaginary and what our metamorposis will bring in the future. It's the first chapter of the autobiographical Metamorphosis Cycle, created in the loneliness of his studio by Meo.

The Little song poem:

And we are a little song,
where the world has already fallen
And we are a little song,
Made of memories and nursery rhymes.

Do you remember when the snow fell inside glass balls and time was alive?
For all the mornings when we entered our world, made of strides and chasms.

And we are a little song,
where it is no longer enough to smile to carry on crying.
Do you remember when open umbrellas flew into the tress
And gazes were lost on the banks of that river?
Black and white images of our existence.

And we are a little song,
snow no longer falls in glass balls,
no one shakes up a snowstorm anymore,
everything has fallen into the void of distant condolences

And we are a little song,
far from my time and yours…

“This little song has become my mantra, my memory, the first step in my metamorphosis. Now I await, for something to happen, like a ritual with its abracadabra, the little song accompanies me, accompanies me in my solitude, waiting for something to change and transform.
The solitude of man passes through the sound that accompanies him in his thoughts, in the interpretation that he makes of his life, through a small song infinitely repeated, which sounds in the silence, a perfume. A man in his shelter, time passes and unable to let go of his deep bond with this living space, forever waiting.”