Little Song
A forgotten coffee cup, roses drying in the hand, a cigarette burned low: Little Song turns the passing of time into a short song sung over and over.
Perfumer: Giuseppe Imprezzabile
Little Song is about the passing of time and the way it slowly alters everything it touches. Its creator frames it as a record of solitude and of feeling time move, a perfume that looks back toward the past. The title is meant literally: a short song repeated without end, rewritten again and again like a lullaby.
The opening is a bright tremor of citrus and spice, in which the creator hears hope. Next comes a coffee cup forgotten on a studio table, its dark, aromatic dregs becoming the starting point for memory. A bouquet of roses held in the hand follows, the petals pictured drying slowly until the floral note turns deep and dusty.
Underneath sits a daily ritual: a cigarette burned down between the fingers, sharp tobacco, pages of Kafka known by heart. What remains is earth and smoke, roots and resins. The idea that even time has its own scent is the thread that ties it together.
