LAST SEASON - MEO FUSCIUNI

<unk> In a remote place,

To go through the silent woods

and natural shadows,

I closed my eyes and thought:

<unk> What is the smell of the voice of nature? <unk> <unk>

What 's wrong ?

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 that pure feeling that is our destiny: always deepening things, experiencing them, understanding them and enjoying them, adventuring in life. This depth is told through this fragrance, which leaves the word only to nature. Last Season tells my first steps in this virgin place; it was a warm August morning, the aromatic notes tell the arrival on the island of the mosses. Here everything is immersed and such ancestral lunar presences, the marine plants bind us to the water, placed on the dark rocks of the Baltic. And then the respected steps of our hearts and guests, of this humid green earth. And I have been listening to you through the eyes of this humid earth, and the sun. And I have been listening to you through the eyes of all the trees, and all the animals, and I have been listening to the voice of nature, since this last season, to see you through the forests, and all the animals, and I have been listening to the sound of your voice,

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