V Canto Vela Arkano Della Luna.
There is a moment, in the dead of night, when all falls silent. The shadows grow thick and the silence is filled with omens; thoughts move slowly, like mists winding through the corridors of the unconscious.
It is there, on that fine line between dream and reality, that the Arcanum of the Moon manifests itself: a voice whispered in the darkness, a magnetic song that guides us through the depths of the unconscious.
The Moon, with its faint and fickle light, does not illuminate, but reflects.
It deceives and enchants.
It is the mirror of submerged emotions, of fears we dare not name, of desires that silently devour us.
Its arcana speak of illusions and hidden truths, of secrets whispered in the darkness and of truths revealed only to the eyes of those who know how to look beyond the veil of night.
Like a spell that unfolds slowly, the fragrance opens with an enchanting breath: Bulgarian rose, queen of the unconscious, unfolds slowly beneath a timeless sky, caressed by the vibrant light of Amalfi lemon, like a ray of light piercing the shadows.