Dublin. Personas into a world of unique fragrances
Your name is your destiny, so the saying goes. His name is Lir that in Gaelic means sea and his destiny is in the sea. A skipper by choice and by vocation.
Sailing, pushing the sail into the wind to chase the waves or forcing it close-hauled in order to go up in the opposite way, approaching the coast by tacking to catch a scent that has reached the open sea, mixing with the one of salt, and attracting Lir, the sailor always traveling, towards the dunes of a beach or in the direction of a garden sliding into the cliff.
The choice to become a skipper is the answer to a call.
To the lure of the changing colors of inland sea or ocean, of clouds and coast, of the smell of the sand burned by the sun, of the rocks wet with rain.
Lir sails in search of that perfect call.
The helichrysum hides among the Mediterranean dunes, already in spring it blooms with a golden color similar to Lir’s hair and long beard; the bush is always in blossom and stays alive with its liquorice-like scent even when the flower dries out. It welcomes his passengers next to the coast of Sardinia with a pungent yet invisible greeting.
Just before the arrival of summer, the boat turns south, towards the Mediterranean and the Aegean sea. Overlooking the waters, rocks and slopes adorned with the absolute gold of the broom. Lir smiles at its summer scent, honeyed and slightly warm and almost in contrast with the sharp saltiness the wind shakes on the sail.
And it is perhaps from such contrast that sometimes nostalgia arises, the desire to return home, to the North.
Seaweeds accumulate on Irish beaches washed up by rainstorms and foam, and their smell is strong enough to contrast the one of peat smoked carried by the breeze blowing from the inland and falling from above the cliff.
Thus Lir finds anew – after so much sun – rain and smoke. The smoke of a house struggling with the ocean wind, the magical irresistible lure always leading Lir to once again unfold his sails.
Olfactory suggestions by Patrizia Cezza, Perfumer
I perceive him as an independent man, concrete yet dreamy, ageless.
I would associate him with a complex fragrance reflecting all the facets of this “rock” made of countless emotions and sensations. The saltiness, the sapphire blue of the deep sea, the skin burned by sun and salt, make me think of marine, sensual, warm and salty notes… his perfume should open this way.
Longing for freedom and homesickness collide at the core of his soul... the aromatic notes of myrtle, helichrysum, the blinding heat of the Mediterranean sun mix with the humid smells of seaweeds stranded on the beach, of wood dried after the rain. In all the different seas of his life.
The scent of the hull wet wood, of the ambergris floating in the foam of waves; notes that remain on the skin, the soft leather of his organizer, the smell of hemp of the hawsers.
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