Last Season (parfum)
Olfactory Family: Chypre/Woody
Facet: Aromatic, Green, Marine.
Composition: Immortelle, Chamomile, Artemisia, Laurel, Canadian Pine, Galbanum, Fucus Algae, Mate, Hay, Cistus, Costus, Vetiver, Labdanum, Sandalwood, Patchouli, Oakmoss, Tobacco, Cedar, Guaiac, Musk, Birch, Myrrh, Olibanum, Leather, Oud.
In a remote place, traversing silent woods and natural shadows, I closed my eyes and thought:
“What is the scent of Nature’s voice?”
Imagine the world suddenly revealing itself to you, through the woods, through the waters of the Baltic, through the light that forcefully enters between the leaves of ancient trees. Imagine listening for the first time and forever to the voice of the earth.
Last Season was born from a journey in Sweden, in a place far from the world. During those days of peace, beauty, and friendship, I rediscovered for a moment that pure feeling which is our destiny: to always delve deeply into things, to live them, understand them, and rejoice in them, to venture into life. That depth is conveyed through this fragrance, which gives voice only to nature.
Last Season recounts my first steps in that untouched place; it was a warm August morning, the aromatic notes narrate the arrival on the island of mosses. Everything here is submerged, and like ancestral lunar presences, marine plants bind us to the water, lying on the dark rocks of the Baltic. And then the steps, slow, respectful, of us guests in this green, earthy, humid space. The sun warms the bark of the trees; animals watch from their burrows, us, solitary humans, in the heart of nature. I have crossed all the seas to see you, traversed all the forests to speak to you, to listen to your fragrance, Nature. And now that I am here, I am speechless, I close my eyes and listen to your essence, in this last season.
“I saw a distant world,
in the stillness of waters and woods.
The silence was broken
by the voice of the white swan,
by the flight of the grey heron.
There is a world where we no longer see ourselves,
but only the beauty of what revolves and lives around us.
We are not, but we listen to the essence of the world.
That end, that boundary,
I saw it here.”
[Last Season was conceived, created, and arranged, listening to the album Dark Wood by David Darling and reading Walden, by H.D. Thoreau.]
