Facial Masks MASQUE

His eyes were the same color as the sea and they were cheerful and undefeated. - E.Hemingway

An alien flower, warmed by the light that he himself radiated, melting became honeyAct IV Scene II. A dream. A flower, with an incredibly intense scent. Huge. Gigantic. Not a normal flower, the kind y more→ou can find on earth. This flower was emitting a surprisingly bright light. As time went by the light became more and more dazzling and the flower began to melt dripping like honey from a rich and juicy honeycomb.. "For this new opera scene we decided to create an 'alien flower', a floral scent that has never been smelled before."

Act II scene IV. Spring has finally arrived. Fresh air has finally arrived and awakens humanity from winter hibernation.. Under the magnolia tree, the potter is repairing the broken vase, using an anc more→ient technique. Kintsukuroi - gold repair.. The garden is peaceful, the chirping birds do not disturb the work of the noble craftsman: they are part of the scene.The master did not want to lose the old vase. He said it was useful.. Broken, not bent; but not inevitably lost.. On the wall, beyond the rose bush, an engraving on an ancient stone slab reads: Cherish the simple. Cherish the old. Do not hide your scars, show them with pride. "

"Le donne di Masque" collection.. “Angelina means a lot to me. First of all, it was the name of my mother. And from my mother I inherited the passion for travels and for nice afternoon teas in fancy p more→atisserie. So it was almost natural – when I started traveling frequently to Paris – to feel a strong attraction for this place in Rue de Rivoli. Every single business trip in the Ville Lumiere could not end without a stop at our favourite delicatessen place. And most of the times I ended up eating a chestnut dessert that my mother would cook for me when I was a kid, the Mont Blanc!”. - Alessandro BrunStopping at the legendary tearoom – like famous artists and fashion designers did since the turn o…

Le donne di Masque collection. "I have a feeling that tonight you are going to see one of the Riviera’s most fascinating sights."Nice, eight in the morning. Clear skies and light traffic on the Promen more→ade des Anglais. She arrived before you, she is waiting for you with the top of her convertible lowered and a cloud of colors imprisoned in her scarf. She looks at you, laughs, and throws you a sprig of lily of the valley. Get on board and go...

"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago […] I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.”H. Melville

Light,rarefied air. Utter silence. Cows lazily lying on the grass stare at you, while you start spinning the prayer wheels. From the monastery comes the monks’ overtone singing - two notes chanting in more→perfect, peaceful harmony. A myrrh and incense fragrance light and delicate.A contemplative atmosphere.Vibrating at two levels at the same time.

Inspired by the seventh chapter of Alice's Adventures in the Wonderland, which tells of the Non-birthday party. The party will take place among the scents of steaming teapots, butter sandwiches and pa more→stries: The March Hare and the Hatter offer their milk tea in a bucolic and flowery setting.

You are in such a transition area in which the smells of shrubs and the heath mingle intimately (and indistinguishably) with the saline odour of the sea. You walk cautiously on the rocks of the medium more→pathway leading to the beach, following – almost chasing – the sound of the waves, finding your way through the thick vegetation. It is a narrow and steep pathway. You touch the branches of the bushes. A bent branch bleeds a dense and sticky resinous liquid, whose strong and bitter odour doesn’t want to leave your skin. And – in front of you – deep blue. The horizon expands and you abandon yourself to the sounds and the view of the mighty ocean sea.

Out there, the snow-covered Nevsky Prospekt, and a sumptuous Art Noveau building. Inside, a large bookstore. And, on the first floor, an elegant cafè. As water is poured in the cup, the infusion unlea more→shes its most characteristic notes. Black tea, heavy and intense. A floral note, sharp and biting. And that unmistakably dry and smoky aftertaste given by the caravanserai campfires, meant to keep the precious tea cargo dry in the never-ending journey through Siberia. The fresh mint leaves give a pleasant fresh touch to the hot water. A teaspoon of raspberry preserve sweetens, without altering it, the bitter aftertaste of leather and birch. We sip it slowly, gazing out of the wide window, towards t…

The soft lights seem to fondle the wrinkled sound of the old vinyl disc,and play hide-and-seek in the warm embrace of the jazz singer’s voice.The wide french-window is opened on the terrace. Outside, more→only the cicadas shrill drowning and the warm summer breeze. On the tea-table, a nosegay of freshly plucked flowers, flooding the room with a cocktail of smells and a bright colour palette. You uncork a champagne bottle and fill the two flutes. The unmistakable flavour of yeast hovers in the air. You settle into the couch, to enjoy this moment, and take a good look around – every single detail is simply perfect.You then close your eyes, breathe deeply, listen to the sound of her steps on the stai…

Whispers all around you, the party is merry. The soft music in the background gets gradually louder. A crescendo. A glass, another glass. Ron y miel. Inebriating, amber nectar. Inebriating as the smel more→l of the blooming jasmine, carried along by the warm summer gusts. A crescendo. You meet her gaze – she whispers a couple of words. You spot it – it is Lunfardo. Your forehead drenched with sweat. Salt melts in the sugar of the liquor. The shuffling Gotan rhythm makes you brave, the night and the tango are on your side. A crescendo. Deafening summons. The air gets even hotter. You are aware it will hurt you. Yet you can’t resist. You stand up and head towards the dance floor… her face lights up with …

The rose of love is in full bloom.Act III scene III. "Tonight she is Imogene ... and tomorrow she will be Juliet"LOVE ... What can a lover's perfume represent better than a scarlet flower? Love. Oh, l more→ove! Lover. Oh, Lover "The Bard wondered ... What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.... KILLS Because unfortunately behind every story of true love there could be a tragedy ending. The rose of love had dried up. Only one night has passed, it seems almost a thousand years. Squeeze the dry rose in your fist. There will be nothing left but some dust. And a beautiful, melancholy reminder of how sweet this love story has been withered too quickly.

Masque Milano Le Donne Discovery Kit — Unisex Sets and Gift Boxes A floral collection that offers fragrant discovery with sophisticated, refined elegance. Olfactory family Fiorita / Floreale. Ideal fo more→r Chi seeking a discovery kit to explore noble, elegant floral fragrances.

New York stinks.It stinks of cheap harsh tobacco and dense exhaust gas. The traffic jam seems endless. And stinks of hot rubber and stale steam. People are weird. The fashionista lady with the glowing more→-green stilettos orders a huge pretzel. And stinks of lurid street-food of any sort. Cinnamon and fries. Mustard and caramel. The cherry of the whore's bloody-red lipstick melts with the strawberry of her chewing-gum. The side alleys are just garbage and urine.But find your way through the crowd of bachelorettes waiting for the male-strip show, and it will be a flood of tuberose and carnation. I feel like having a walk tonight. Go get my crab cakes and a burger. And breathe the city miasmas while …

The rose of love is in full bloom.Act III scene III. "Tonight she is Imogene ... and tomorrow she will be Juliet"LOVE ... What can a lover's perfume represent better than a scarlet flower? Love. Oh, l more→ove! Lover. Oh, Lover "The Bard wondered ... What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.... KILLS Because unfortunately behind every story of true love there could be a tragedy ending. The rose of love had dried up. Only one night has passed, it seems almost a thousand years. Squeeze the dry rose in your fist. There will be nothing left but some dust. And a beautiful, melancholy reminder of how sweet this love story has been withered too quickly.

Daylight is breaking in. What time is it? The Green Fairy inspired throughout your nightlong endeavours and now you’re done. Your beautiful subject is still there facing you. …such a beautiful poser… more→So well dressed, so carefully groomed, so irresistibly debonair, …beautiful and intoxicating… as intoxicating as the indolic smell of the flowers in full bloom, coming from the garden. So weird – only yesterday you were just friends. Bees hopping from one flower to another, perpetuating the amazing circle of life. Butterflies in your stomach. What is going on? What is this vertigo? Overwhelming attraction, stirring you up.. Still you are not in love – yet.. A delightful Italian word describes all …

You are peaceful and untroubled. You feel like you were between a barley field and a thick wood, where no sunbeam can penetrate. There is a blinding light, everything seems calm and quiet. Out of a su more→dden a shiver runs down your back. You realize that such an enticing scene has a gloomy facet, intriguing and mysterious. It is the night meeting the day, the embrace between light and shadow. The breeze in your hair and the warm and humid breathe of the wolf down your neck. You don’t know any longer neither where you are, nor where you long to be. The dark side is irresistibly fascinating, stronger than any fears and uneasiness it produces.. A fresh, energetic, inebriating perfume.. And a dark, a…

His eyes were the same color as the sea and they were cheerful and undefeated. - E.Hemingway

Light,rarefied air. Utter silence. Cows lazily lying on the grass stare at you, while you start spinning the prayer wheels. From the monastery comes the monks’ overtone singing - two notes chanting in more→perfect, peaceful harmony. A myrrh and incense fragrance light and delicate.A contemplative atmosphere.Vibrating at two levels at the same time.

Light,rarefied air. Utter silence. Cows lazily lying on the grass stare at you, while you start spinning the prayer wheels. From the monastery comes the monks’ overtone singing - two notes chanting in more→perfect, peaceful harmony. A myrrh and incense fragrance light and delicate.A contemplative atmosphere.Vibrating at two levels at the same time.

New York stinks.It stinks of cheap harsh tobacco and dense exhaust gas. The traffic jam seems endless. And stinks of hot rubber and stale steam. People are weird. The fashionista lady with the glowing more→-green stilettos orders a huge pretzel. And stinks of lurid street-food of any sort. Cinnamon and fries. Mustard and caramel. The cherry of the whore's bloody-red lipstick melts with the strawberry of her chewing-gum. The side alleys are just garbage and urine.But find your way through the crowd of bachelorettes waiting for the male-strip show, and it will be a flood of tuberose and carnation. I feel like having a walk tonight. Go get my crab cakes and a burger. And breathe the city miasmas while …

There are places in the world where all you need to be elegant is a sundress and a large, waxy flower on your ear.Vaiana is inspired by a woman on a Polynesian beach, surrounded by lush tropical veget more→ation. As the day ends, the scent of coconut palms, tiaré flowers, and Tahitian gardenia (monoi) fills the air. Vaiana feels the warmth of the sun on her skin, cooled by the gentle ocean breeze as she sips a tropical fruit and lime cocktail. The fragrance of sunscreen mingles with the salty sea air, and the breeze carries the sweet aroma of tiaré flowers and lush vegetation.Vaiana embraces life, surrounded by nature and the open air, always on the move. Her wet, tousled hair reflects her carefree at…

A confident woman. She is aware that fashion fades but style is timeless.Imagine a fragrance that captures the essence of a dewy morning, reminiscent of a grassy field. The air is fresh and damp, sign more→aling the start of a new day. It’s as if the grass and leaves are still glistening with moisture, evoking a sensation of juicy sweetness, like freshly peeled pears and damp fingertips.This fragrance opens with an herbaceous blend of green grass and violet leaves, creating a lush and verdant atmosphere. The bitterness of rhubarb adds contrast, while a hint of sweetness rounds out the composition, balancing the green notes perfectly.Embodying independence and freedom, this scent is approachable an…