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Rabbit 60ml

Rabbit 60ml

£240.00 GBP
£240.00 GBP
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Carrot Cake Garnished with Dry Hay
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Fragrance Notes
Head Notes

Bergamot,Basil, Spices

Heart Notes

Fig Tree, Spinach, Mate

Base Notes

Cedarwood

Meo Fusciuni is not merely an artistic perfumery brand: it is an existential project, an intimate diary narrated through scent. It is the encounter between science and spirituality, memory andtravel, word and silence. It is the vision of an artist, Giuseppe Imprezzabile, who chose to reveal himself to the world with radical sincerity, without compromise — placing at the center of his research not the “how” a perfume is made, but the “why”.Since its foundation in 2010, Meo Fusciuni has defined a unique language in contemporary perfumery, where fragrance becomes a tool for meditation, transformation and storytelling.

Meo Fusciuni is not merely an artistic perfumery brand: it is an existential project, an intimate diary narrated through scent. It is the encounter between science and spirituality, memory and
travel, word and silence. It is the vision of an artist, Giuseppe Imprezzabile, who chose to reveal himself to the world with radical sincerity, without compromise — placing at the center of his research not the “how” a perfume is made, but the “why”.

Since its foundation in 2010, Meo Fusciuni has defined a unique language in contemporary perfumery, where fragrance becomes a tool for meditation, transformation and storytelling.

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About Rabbit 60ml

Tonight, the air is green with clover, hay,
and little clumps of grasses on the breeze,
unsettled dirt, the dusty mysteries
of rabbits tunnelling the dark. They stray
into the meadow, sniff the wind—bouquet
of violets. They hop in twos and threes,
their shadows cotton-tailed. Or else they freeze
when something feathered screeches far away.
They stand like tufted stones. But now the night
goes soft and jasmine-sweet again. A scent
of petals presses to their fur. There’s fruit
to eat. There is the skittering delight
of digging into earth, the sediment
of dreams perfumed with carrot-top and root.

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