LITTLE SONG - MEO FUSCIUNI CANDLE The air-dried notes are carried

The air-dried notes are carried by the woody accords of the island of Java and blend with spicy tobacco

Thyme Morocco

labdanum and agarwood wash over you

alors autant la vivre bien

LITTLE SONG - MEO FUSCIUNI CANDLE The air-dried notes are carriedLITTLE SONG "The solitude of man passes through a bouquet of roses clenched in his hands, withered by the time that has crossed them. For whom are these roses? On the table a cup of coffee and between the fingers of the hand a cigarette". Cycle of metamorphosis Little song confronted me with my solitude as a man. Metamorphosis crosses a state of consciousness, the human condition. Stopping is necessary, reflecting is fundamental for what comes next,