Filippo Sorcinelli Haec Dies Extrait de Parfum

$671⁰⁰ NZD

Size

100ml 1ml Sample

HÆC DIES from Filippo Sorcinelli's Delire de Voyage collection celebrates the significance of Easter. It takes its name from the Book of Psalms: Hæc dies quam fecit Dominus. “This is the day which the Lord hath made”.

Filippo interprets, in scent, passages from the Gospel of Mark, particularly the women's astonishment and fear when they realise that the stone of the sepulcher has rolled away.

In an ideal image to describe this moment, the aloe and myrrh-based aromatic oils that had been prepared to anoint Jesus' body fall to the ground the moment they saw that not only the stone rolled away, but all the white linen cloths that wrapped the body. Hence the announcement of a young man dressed in blazing white.

The bottle along with the four wing panels that open as "ritual" are covered with sand, with dust, just to remind us of the steps, the road, and the place. The cap mimics the stylistic features of the tombstone that has rolled away, just as they used to be built.

The artwork is covered in its entirety by a white linen veil, on which the name of the fragrance is reproduced: HÆC DIES. The outside of the packaging is also covered with the same linen.

Notes

Musk Vanilla Peach Aloe Vera Sandalwood Myrrh Jasmine Bergamot Cedar Rose Amber Orange Patchouli

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Best for Day

Season Spring · Summer

Details

Family	Soft Floral
Country	Italy
Perfumer	Filippo Sorcinelli
Year	2023
Concentration	Extrait de Parfum

Description

Fragrance Family:
Soft Floral

Notes:
Vanilla, Sandalwood, Patchouli, Amber, Musk, Cedar, Peach, Rose, Myrrh, Aloe Vera, Bergamot, Orange, Jasmine

Concentration:
Extrait de Parfum

Occasion:
A scent to anoint oneself with: sweet fruit, milky musks and woods, sacred flowers, it all resolves into a gauzy powder. A tribute to Easter and its significance, though wearable like a private communion with oneself.

Made in Italy

Editor's Notes

"It seems to have etched the end. Everything seemed to have happened quickly.

There was chest thumping, everyone condemned, of running closed a chapter, because Saturday was coming. Yet fear and awe are describing the unexpected.

A precious bottle falls into a thousand pieces, it releases its aroma and speaks in silence.

Yet we knew it. Death is not the last word. The stone rolled away, and with it turns my life upside down every day. It anoints my now sandy skin so that I can soil that linen with my inaccuracies. The now useless ointment frames an empty place. Rich. This is the wonder: this day."