LAST SEASON - MEO FUSCIUNI

“In a remote place,

to cross silent woods

and natural shadows,

I closed my eyes and thought:

“What is the smell of nature’s voice?”

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Last Season was born from a trip to Sweden, in a place far from the world. In these days of peace, beauty and friendship, I rediscovered for a moment the pure feeling that is our destiny: always deepening things, living them, understanding them and enjoying them, venturing into life. This depth is told through this perfume, which leaves the floor only to nature. Last Season tells of my first steps in this virgin place; it was a hot August morning, the aromatic notes tell of the arrival on the island of mosses. Here everything is submerged and like ancestral lunar presences, marine plants link us to the water, laid on the dark rocks of the Baltic. And then the slow and respectful steps of us, guests of this green, earthy and humid space. The sun warms the bark of trees; animals look at us from their lagoons, only humans, in the heart of nature. I've crossed all the seas to see you, traveled all the forests to talk to you, to listen to your perfume, Nature. And now that I'm here, I'm speechless, I close my eyes and listen to your essence, in this last season.

Last Season was conceived, created and arranged, listening to David Darling's album Dark Wood in each of these phases and reading Walden from HD Thoreau.