There is a place where my thoughts find refuge, where I absent myself from the world, where I read my poems aloud at the dawn of March, as the first violets of the year emerge from the still frosty ground. That place is the garden of my soul. In Black Violets I address the theme of absence and blackness in which I hide my being, abandon my mind, where the word becomes boulder to which I bind my spirit and where poetry becomes a form of invocation. Perfume becomes a miracle, black on black.
I have chosen to tell a new story that has the scent of a Black Violet.
Black Violets stems from my desire to tell my love for the garden, as a physical and spiritual place, as a mirror of my consciousness.
I have done this by interpreting the famous Violet, a flower that is austere and delicate, yet has a strong character.
My Violet tells of the mornings in March, when the earth is still damp and cold, wet from late winter and the first lights of spring illuminate the meadow. Violets grow and perfume the days, a ritual that is repeated year after year.
I wanted to make the tradition modern, to seek the balance between the powdery, fruity and woody notes. The crisp note of Cassis tells of the freshness of those mornings, the accord of Vetiver, Patchouli and Frankincense takes us back to the earth, to our roots. The Violet, Iris and Floral accord are the emotion, the light, the elegance. A contemporary classic, a 1920s Violet but of the new century.
[ Black Violets was conceived, created and arranged, listening to My Dying Bride’s album The Angel and the Dark River at each of these stages and reading Mariangela Gualtieri’s poems ]
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