In the gardens and citrus groves of Pompeii, Sileno wanders, singing. With a light step and a biting smile, he moves the leaves of the orange trees. The delicate flowers fall and exude fresh green notes.
They are the places of "otium" and meditation, where the old Silenus, drunk, expresses with his music and his songs the amber notes of his ancient travels in the Mediterranean, echoing the lands of the East through Sichuan pepper and 'ylang ylang in a nostalgic marine accord. The myth feeds on nature and nature preserves the myth, in the woods, through the scent of flowers and fruits.
Silenus is a sage, contemptuous of earthly goods, considered a seer who reveals the future only if forced. From his stories emerge in the morning beached woods covered with algae and brackish water.
Fantastic life stories made of sounds, smells and flavors of carefree wine that inspire a persistent fragrance from the bases of fine woods and the joy of cedar wood.