Meo Fusciuni BUIO images from the brand
Everything is dark around the house.
I was little when I prayed to the Angels.
I was little when I believed in the sky.
I would like to cover everything with this darkness,
I would like to close my eyes and smell only its scent. -Meo Fusciuni
There are but a handful of creators within this sphere of perfumery whose soul and hands are touched liberated from the limits of time, something eternal rests between their eyes and their creations are a true reflection of their poetic art. Giuseppe Imprezzabile is one such quiet genius, delving within his experience, his deepest emotions to distill for us, potions that seem to traverse the ages, woven strands of ancient, modern and vintage expressions. He draws us under his skin with tapestries that speak of the poet, the explorer, the artist, the voyager. His vision alongside his life partner and life partner and brand Artistic Director Federica Caste continue to invite us to travel with his eyes, sense with his whispered breaths and to be captivated by the beauty of his emotions in motion.
Giuseppe Imprezzabile in his studio Meo Fusciuni – Studio by Danu Seith-Fyr
BUIO– (which translates to dark or darkness from the Italian) by Meo Fusciuni is the tightly woven journey, a glimpse into the soul of creator Guiseppe Imprezzabile, a raw companionship on his dark passage.
How we are tossed and tumbled along the path of life, a slow rising tide of light suppressed, billowing folds of Cade coil around me in tendrils of quietened shadows of lava viscosity, it is a material that always makes me weep. Sometimes the light of life dims and we are shrouded in a darkening vortex which threatens to overwhelm, it feels to our shuddering thoughts as if the dark will be never ending. How do I run when my feet will not carry me, how can I leave behind this state when all is veiled in darkening clouds. Meo Fusciuni BUIO cradles me in a silence, a dimming of light and noise. My emotions are rattled, I resist and reel in confusion out of my control and it seems necessary to shift perspectives. Less of the ‘worldly’ for it is an overload, too formidable to stay, a gathering storm is the power that resides in the deepening solace, drawn by the enveloping void, retreating further inwards. A force of spiraling Frankincense intensity, here is a sacred undertaking, my surrender to this darkness, for it cannot be resisted, it cannot be torn away from. Incense here is the calming respiration to the depth of Cade, slowing the quickening breath, calm now, for this dark is a true companion, one you will value after time, but first the traverse must be made.
Pacific _Austin, Stormseeker, Hal Gatewod – all Unsplash, BUIO – Danu Seith-Fyr
What is darker than my heart?
What is darker than my worries?
I no longer see anything around me, is it night?
I don’t remember seeing the sunset coming. -Meo Fusciuni
Meo Fusciuni BUIO ©Danu
In all I must leave behind, in all I must surrender too, must be encountered in these shadows flown to the winds, particles of memories rise in clouds of stirred recognition, in dusty corners of my mind, quivering, desiccated past, echoes of a life. The scent of aged, faded papers flutter on airs of ancestral breath. Everything is here in this immensity of nothing. Still pointed, garmented in the fabric of intimate feelings, for without the roadmap of sight, I rely on sharpened senses, remotely viewing with detachment the rising and falling of my time, lapsing into timelessness, the ‘other’ state. A rhythm of re-set, pass by here and you are changed, BUIO is the gateway into our deepest unself, a way of undoing.
Meo Fusciuni BUIO from the brand
Here the unbounded darkness and I merge, no limits or boundaries, I am suspended in an eternity. No notion of time, I have been turned inside out and compasses are haywire, no course, no marked steps. No urgency, I drift without effort, a state of pure surrender. How much time has passed I cannot and do not need to tell, BUIO, is the keeper of time, BUIO is the marker of my voyage. A smoky Patchouli in chorus with Vetiver brings a curious refrain to the slowed rhythm of my heart as if to coax it, pulse by pulse out of its lulling, it smolders and sends drifts out into the abyss, a clarion to announce my arrival, to nowhere, anywhere, somewhere out there is hope.
Ivana Cajina – Unsplash
“In the core of darkness blooms a flower of deepest perfume”-Danu Seith-Fyr
The dark is interrupted by the tender shafts, at first tentative yet growing in strength of Osmanthus and Peony, a tonal note of floral harmony, a bud-like tightening rippling across the darkness, pulling light out from within its pleats as if the fabric was straightened by an otherworldly hand. This floral reverberation mounts and the bloom expands off my flesh as light permeates from the very centre of the dark. Out beyond this impenetrable, passing out through the void into the expanse beyond, here at BUIO’s very core is the most exquisite efflorescence, so profound it pushes back the boundaries of the dark with its pure beauty. Emotions mount and flood once more. I see and feel again but not as before, this beauty is hard-won and without blemish, it radiates with warmed amber and labdanum with a luminosity unparalleled. How can such a light be in darkest of places? Shadows thin and dissipate in its presence, reminders remain in the papery whispers of ancestral memory, lest we forget! To be swallowed in the darkness and to remerge, blooming regardless in a rarified air of Musk and Sandalwood, finally, is the power in being human.
via Unsplash
Sometimes it is essential to navigate the stillness of nothing to find something of true worth, all it takes is the courage to give in to the darkening skies and a trust in hope. Meo Fusciuni BUIO is the alchemist’s potion of transformation, the Magus’s concoction of surrender and renewal, in BUIO the lead of despair can be transmuted. The past does not define us, our direction can forever be shifted. Allies can be found in both fear and courage.
Danu Seith-Fyr, Contributor
Bottle of Meo Fusciuni BUIO kindly offered by Meo Fusciuni at Cannes, with my thanks. My words are my own
Notes are Cade oil, Frankincense, Carrot Seeds; Labdanum, Peony, Amber, Osmanthus, Cedarwood, Patchouli, Leather, Vetiver, Musk and Sandalwood.
Meo Fusciuni BUOI
Thanks to the generosity of Meo Fusciuni we have 100 ml of BUIO for one registered reader in the EU or USA. You must register or your entry will not count. To be eligible, please leave a comment saying what sparks your interest based on Danu’s review and where you live. Draw closes 11/7/2024
Michelyn’s Note: Congratulations to Meo Fusciuni on being awarded Best Artistic Perfume- Independent brand for Viole Nere by The Accademia Del Profumi. Meo Fusciuni listened to Einsturzende Neubauten’s ENDE album and Nils Frahm’s Empty while composing BUOI.
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