SILVER MARBLE - SIMONE ANDREOLI

The cold, dry, pungent smell of ice trapped in a pervasive, life-giving scent that evokes the lost ice kingdom of the far north.

The frozen spices and citrus fruits settle on a mantle of frosty, sharp wood releasing a powerful, unstoppable fragrance like an ice storm that crystallizes the northern landscapes of Niflheim, the primordial cradle of the elemental strength of ice.

The cold freezes memories, suspends feelings, and preserves all traces of time by crystallizing time.

Turquoise surfaces that seal thoughts and stories through the ages, layer after layer.

Somewhere in the far north, stories still come from those searching for Niflheim, inspired by the Norse legends of the kingdom of ice, the origin of everything.

Dry, sidereal wind that shapes the frozen landscapes sharpening the adamantine architecture, crystal shards, pure and sharp as swords, ivy covering the rocks, negative breeze.

I entered a cave of ice, a place of stasis and a portal to sleeping worlds, lost in the cold.

A place to discover, shrouded in secrets and myths that have covered its tracks under snow and storms.

Perfume and fragrance Forging / Woodworking

Notes to the Commission Ice crystals, cold molecules and frozen wood