Aristotle wondered why I charmed exceptional people, why my black bile, my sweet melancholy had affected philosphers, poets and artists and even heroes like Hercules. I am the queen of a rainy land dear to Baudelaire. I am the state of the soul that makes me a "sacred disease". A liquid that used to be called "umore". I am your mood, whether good or bad, I interrupt your mind with visions of madness and genuis. My perfume transcends nostalgia and awakens the spleen. I am the water of the spirit, Melancolia.
Notes: Black tea, Yuzu, Rice powder, Ginger, Juniper, Sensual Wood