FILIPPO SORCINELLI Ennui Noir Extrait 100 ml DEEP BOREDOM IS LIKE A FOG THAT UNITES ALL THINGS IN UNA STRANGE INDIFFERENCE Heidegger I penetrate the shadows, if not the heart of the darkness of the imagination. It's a sweaty sound, running beneath pulsating veins. It's bated breath when you half-close your eyes. It's the apathy of an imposed, marked infinity; the impotence of living. Free expression of disgust and joy in experiencing its enjoyment. One doesn't look, one doesn't read, one doesn't work. Everything is perfectly embedded in the encrustations of our darkest feelings. It'suna filamentous dust that ignites when blown; una Black rust that bites, corrodes a layer just to attach itself… but which, in forming, protects you. Black boredom protects you because it is generated in solitude and with solitude you fa A steely shield against the mediocrity that lies behind the door of everyday life. He who is capable of delving deep within to find it and turn it into a gift is imbued with black boredom. Even black boredom, by making you ajar, projects you into another dimension, far from any banal and certain contamination. There is no certainty in black boredom, since it is experienced on you, becoming part, crust, bark of your most submerged forest... a flute alone in the fog of your ego. "The void is demonic, and boredom is to be understood as a nothingness that permeates all of reality." "Those who are bored are the chosen ones, the nobility!" "They are something more than una flattery for tired men”. Boredom presupposes a moment of self-reflection, of contemplation of one's position in the world, and this requires tempo, a good that is in short supply. What is boring does not destroy man but fertilizes him in una horizontal line of life as a whole: abandoning oneself to the mortal horizontal in life, far from lower natures. Boredom is a need that forces man to work on himself and his existence, not on others. una smooth surface but in the pauses of needs, dove The game of tedium is strong, a miserable desire that digs into the linear treasure of eternity to become a profound and circular joy. Get used to the excitement of taking. Act in the bored calm of associations and free yourself from the accusations of essere empty, abruptly bursting into the libido, dove The impossible transforms into the possible, generating nocturnal insomnia, with a monotonous stimulus produced by the psychotic sound of the material sea of the external world. And external perception subtracts behavior, calling forth scents of sap in vanilla; and connected to Vetyver and the complexity of a Sumatran, Singaporean, and Borneo Patchouli, they break down the wall of hyperactivity in which the tempo emptiness appears as a horizon of possibilities. It is no longer a question of letting the tempo, but accept its inexorable passage. The fog of the lost living thickens in the heart, in the enchanted forest of cedar woods, on the damp carpet of the Heliotrope, lover of that solitude that fa keep your eyes half-closed. In the infinite matter of the tempo lost and found, the elevated reason of the void ferments in the void, with the story of a Myrtle, which is born like matter from a poor soil, rising and embracing the lavender, outlining una straight path in transgression, the dark main source of the search for fulfillment. The spirit of life thirsts for the new, for continuous change, occupying the entire space of the soul, as una fog, like sleep that prevents movement, making you drunk so as not to essere nothing and essere someone, in the continuous sound of una ultrapower. Because, with its horizontal language, ennui_noir wants to manifest the modo where things stand about us. SUBJECT: Patchouli, Vetiver, Vanilla COUNTER SUBJECT: Cedarwood, Heliotrope BASE: Lavender, Myrtle Extrait de Parfum 100 ml
