LITTLE SONG - MEO FUSCIUNI CANDLE Il est là

Il est là

he understood that life has a higher calling

alors autant la vivre bien

The air-dried notes are carried by the woody accords of the island of Java and blend with spicy tobacco

labdanum and agarwood wash over you

LITTLE SONG - MEO FUSCIUNI CANDLE Il est làLITTLE SONG "The solitude of man passes through a bouquet of roses clenched in his hands, withered by the time that has crossed them. For whom are these roses? On the table a cup of coffee and between the fingers of the hand a cigarette". Cycle of metamorphosis Little song confronted me with my solitude as a man. Metamorphosis crosses a state of consciousness, the human condition. Stopping is necessary, reflecting is fundamental for what comes next,