Murice Imperiale

Riding the waves of the sea, challenging sea monsters, the tuberose cried in the rain and dried in the sun. It embraced a block of ambergris and danced with an absolute of red algae. It defended the right to the roots with all his might, clinging to a coral. Its petals, soaked in salt water, were impregnated with purple, obtained by the secretion of a mollusc, one of the few ancient dyes that does not lose intensity with time, but becomes brighter with exposure to sunlight. An indelible pigment, like the intensity of an Extrait de Parfum. With Murice Imperiale I tried to give a scent to the color, called Tyrian red, through notes of rhubarb.

There’s a tuberose plantation in the sea. The mermaid has made it possible to cultivate it, collecting, from the sparkling seashore, the murex and the precious flower contained in it... The tuberose is a white flower that has come from far away, carried by the waves inside a shell: its home, the casket in which it has been placed, its fresh shelter.