Meo Fusciuni ISOLA, photo via the brand
Island.
You, delicate and mysterious land.
Island,
you who have a smile in your soul.
I seek in you my future,
happiness that flees fast.
And your wind took me elsewhere,
to the island of yellow yuzu,
in the season of red maple
And golden ginkgo.
Time passed,
I walked among the fruit-rich trees,
voices far from my understanding.
I’ll be back, like the heron on the riverbank,
Like the snow on the highest mountain,
like the word in the morning,
like the yellow of the leaves,
like the fruit of hope. –Giuseppe Imprezzabile, ISOLA, 2025
Sicily via Unsplash
August 5th, 2023, Mazara del Vallo, Sicily, 11:21 AM: Stepping off the plane, Sicily greeted me as an old friend: all the warmth of its light, the vivid contrasts, the deep familiarity of it all. The first breath: salty air mixed with citrus. Everything smelled yellow and pale blue – the sky above, the lemon trees, the promise of the blue waters there where the horizon melts into infinity. For a brief second, in the taxi, I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight filter through my eyelids, glowing gold-orange-black, in rapid movement. I’ve been here before, not just geographically but emotionally, each return as intense as the first. Sicily has always felt like a homecoming to a place that wasn’t home, yet somehow felt like one from the very first step. A place I already know I’ll painfully miss the moment I realize that, eventually, I’ll have to leave.
In the hotel room, windows wide open, curtains moving gently in the lazy gusts of the summer afternoon. Half asleep, I hear the contagious laughter of children running barefoot through summer, oblivious to gravity. Their voices ring clear, echoing and reverberating, amplified, against the paved streets below. I descend the circular staircase and step out onto the street. At the corner, I buy a cold yuzu lemonade from a street vendor, condensation sliding cool between my fingers. First sip: bitter, sweet, sparkling – fizzy and blooming on my tongue. The slice of blood orange dances in the whirlpool, and I’m swept away, time flowing in reverse.
Kyoto, via Unsplash
June 9th, 2023, Kyoto, Japan, 10:32 AM: The glass is empty now, just shards of ice left, making their cold music as the glass slips from my fingers, shattering on the ground. I step into the garden, the air instantly cooler, softer. Silence has a new texture here, like liquid silk, translucent, laced with magnolia petals. The yuzu trees rustle gently above, sunlight filtered through the green canopy.
In the nearby house, I enter and let the silence seep gently into my soul. A voice softly asks if I would like a cup of tea. I nod silently. White tea is brewing somewhere close, its subtle aroma like a cloud that hovers mid-air, in my room, directly in the rays of the sun coming from the window. I hold my cup and drift. Besides the tea, there’s a new aroma enveloping me, slightly sweet, slightly bittersweet. The silence inside this room holds the deeper silence of the forest, like a parallel universe suspended within another sphere. Outside, a jasmine flower quietly unfolds. Peace wraps itself gently around my shoulders – white, pure, delicate as neroli blossoms at dawn.
Meo Fusciuni ISOLA is a crisp, transparent scent – as refreshing as sipping iced lemonade in the shade, eyes fixed on the shimmering sea and the endless blue stretching above. It captures those rare moments of full presence, when all your senses align with the quiet rhythm of summer. Wearing it feels like being suspended between two horizons: between the lazy, sun-filled silences of Sicily and the serene, introspective grace of a Japanese garden at noon. A pause in time, held gently in citrus light & pure joie de vivre.
courtesy of the brand
“ISOLA is a crisp scent, like a can of yuzu drunk in the summer on the streets of Tokyo. ISOLA is like a cool lemonade drink in the Sicilian summer heat, looking at the sea on the horizon, full of lights and reflections, our happy gaze bathed in sunshine and salty sea water. ISOLA is my turn toward light. Fresh notes and absence of darkness, this is Meo’s great olfactory revolution in this perfume, the great challenge. To tell the happiness of an unforgettable summer through a fresh yuzu lemonade. I had a wish to make this feeling infinite. Now everything is true.”
“ISOLA was conceived, created, and arranged by listening to Franco Battiato and Kikagaku Moyo albums at each of these stages”*
*note from the brand
Composition: Yuzu, Lemon, Bergamot, Blood Orange, Mandarin, Neroli, Lavender, Cassis, Magnolia, Jasmine, White Tea, Tonka Bean, Patchouli, Vetiver, Musk.
Nicoleta Tomsa, Senior Editor
Disclosure: A sample of Meo Fusciuni ISOLA was kindly offered by the brand, opinions are always my own.
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Meo Fusciuni (Giuseppe Imprezzabile) courtesy of Meo
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