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A man in his nest, time passes, without being able to get out of his deep bond with it, living space and waiting. In his hands he holds a bunch of roses, now dry from the time that has crossed them, only the right hand is free, to touch the perimeter of the two windows from where he observes the world, the left hand always careful not to drop red roses. Who are these roses for? (on the table, the vase where now the stagnant water dominates the scent of flowers, a cup of coffee and a cigarette between the fingers of my hand). Notes of bergamot, ginger, pink pepper, Turkish rose, coffee, tobacco, vetiver, sage, musk.
- Made in Italy
- 100ml parfum
- Unisex
- Please note this item is only available for standard shipping and within Canada and to the USA
