There is a moment, in these fragrances, when the chill of the lagoon yields to warmth. A door opens, and beyond it everything is velvet: ambre that enfolds, fig and plum at the heart, a trail of sandalwood that never announces itself, yet lingers.

Venezia 1920 works the memory of the city as a material: the routes to the East, the resins, the opulence of a world suspended between water and sky.

Not fragrances to be worn. Fragrances that happen on the skin.