A déjà-vu feeling emerges at the edge of my consciousness. Like a whisper in my ear, the cool dawn breeze carries the dream of another time. I am Orion, always in search of my past, my future. I hunt endlessly.
Dawn Whispers invites reflection on the enigmatic connection between our reality and the unknown.
Dawn Whispers opens with a cold and ozonic note, like an echo suspended between two worlds.
Gradually, the fragrance softens, shifting toward subtle, enveloping milkytones. A warm-white base emerges, composed of rare, elusive woods, supported by musky and amber touches.
The unsettling feeling of experiencing a moment already written elsewhere.
This unexpected contrast captures the whispers of another self, like a lost reflection in a parallel dimension, resonating through infinite spaces.