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Imagine waking up on a Sunday morning. The house is silent and from the huge windows you can catch a glimpse of the sun as it gets higher and higher. In the kitchen, the scent of the berry tart prepared the night before still lingers; you sit at the table and feel peace surrounding you. This is a little ritual to relax and recharge, before plunging into the turmoil of a new day.
When I was a little girl, Sunday was the day when we were all together, had long lunches, ate desserts, played in the yard, did our homework for the next day and went to parties… In short… Sunday was named “Saint” and was eagerly awaited throughout the whole week. Sometimes, however, this habit came to be lacking, because my family used to work on this festive day above all, therefore, after making a few small renounces, I would start studying Italian literature for the following day, and very often it meant memorizing a poem by G. Rodari. Once I had fulfilled my duty, I would reward myself with a dessert, which was often just a berry tart. Everything stopped in that moment. I was happy, and that, for me, was my Sunday morning peace.
When you need to be born again, but you’re afraid to. When, after major disappointments, you want to get back up, and start living again. When you leave the certainty for the uncertainty. When you need someone to tell you “You can do it!”. When you are overwhelmed with a thousand fears and concerns, and you need the right positive charge. It’s time to shine, try to do it like never before, don’t break down: only you know what you are capable of. Leave your worries behind and let yourself be inspired only by your strength.
When I went on stage, before I started dancing, the lights were turned off, the wait before going on stage lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. The silence was deafening: just my body and the sound of my accelerated beats resonated throughout the theatre. The stress was great, but when the lights turned on, everything was sharper, I looked at a set point high up and let myself be carried away just by the music. I pushed with all my determination, I coloured my movements and I felt free and strong like never before. That was my strength and I shone despite the insecurity and concerns that have always accompanied me since I was a child. That was my new day, when I had to shine more than ever, when I had to make it by myself and trust myself by coordinating all the steps to thrill those who were sitting in front of me.
When you are longing to return to that time of year when everything seems to be more joyful: the streets brighten up with sparkling colours, the decorations embellish the city and you breathe a magical air. You spend time with your loved ones, you travel to go back home or you stay in the same place as usual. You can take airplanes, trains, cars to travel miles or you can cross the city by car listening to a Christmas play list. You knock on the door only with some good food in your hand, either sweet or salty: the only thing that matters is that it will be shared.
Family First is the Italian Christmas, it is the smell of my family sitting around the table tasting the typical desserts, it is the chaos of people unwrapping gifts, toasting to good intentions, playing cards and laughing at the top of their lungs. It’s the family that reunites, composed by relatives, friends, acquaintances and children… It’s the magic that you expect all year round for it to come, and that you always hope never goes away.
N° 1 Sunday Morning, The Peace.
Gourmand fragrance, slightly flowery, giving peace and well-being.
Olfactory notes: juicy berries, hints of flowery bouquet, a gentle vanilla scent.
N° 1 New day, It’s time to shine.
A luminous fragrance which expresses positivity and gives you the right boost through the presence of citrus notes. Slight yet persistent, in a round and delicate trail.
Olfactory notes: bright bergamot, ozonic wafts, a hint of vanilla.
N° 1 Family First, On the 25th of December.
A fragrance with spicy and slightly vanilla-like tones, which gives warmth and sweetness.
Olfactory notes: Sweet orange, spices, crispy almond.