1 Nota Di Viaggio

1# Nota di Viaggio (Rites of Passage) is a fragrance with an emblematic personality: aromatic, spicy, and mysterious. This perfume evokes a dreamlike and imaginative spirit, someone who knows no limits or boundaries. It narrates the dialogue between man and his nomadic origins, like an explorer of life. In this perfume, man is his own destiny. Perfume becomes my means of traveling through time. It was conceived, created, and arranged while listening to the albums Canti e Musica Sufi at every stage of my journey.

It all began in Istanbul. Each of us has experienced a rite of passage in our lives, and for me, it was that journey: between the chaotic voices of the Grand Bazaar and the swirling aroma of spices in the ancient market.

#1 Nota di Viaggio (Rite of Passage) is my homage to nomads, to souls in constant motion, to elusive spirits. A warm and spicy fragrance that, from its initial notes of pepper, cinnamon, and saffron, celebrates Constantinople, the gateway to the East.

A constantly evolving perfume, an olfactory metamorphosis that encompasses everything from the spices of the Grand Bazaar to the scent of antique and precious fabrics in the market.

The fragrance reaches its vibrant essence: a warm bouquet of rose and jasmine, the comforting notes of elemi, and the powdery nuance of Sichuan pepper. A dusty echo of nostalgia.

From herbalist to perfumer, I left my path in "medicinal plants" to embark on a new adventure: perfume as olfactory memory.
Finally, I intertwined spiritual notes to create a deep, woody, and resinous base: benzoin, vetiver, patchouli, sandalwood, frankincense, tobacco, oud, and cedar. Like finding oneself at the end of a journey, alone with oneself, in a mystical and spiritual place in this magical city, this evocative gateway to the East.
Each note, initially silent and intimate, becomes the fragrance's triple structure: top, heart, and base.
Everything takes shape in the new metamorphosis of the fragrant soul.
Here, memory refuses to fade, turning toward the distant East that we will one day reach; Here, memory journeys toward a doorway through which the earthly and spiritual worlds have chosen to pass; here, memory observes the bitter, smoky gaze of time.