SCENT IS AN ETERNAL MOMENT, A SWEET VERTIGO, A BREATH OF BEAUTY. SCENT IS THE DISTILLATE OF LIFE.
I sense, from the perfume Kripa, the nature, instinct, vibration. I feel the warmth, the color, the lingering caress. I feel the enchanting embrace of its core. And I hear its voice. A hypnotic sound that tells of a city, Venice, and a fragment of history, the years 1300. It was the Serenissima, the crossroads of spices and ointments from the East. Exotic fragrances that became familiar as craftsmen, endowed with skill, artistically blended them. They are welcomed in glass bottles made in Murano. And thus, the scent came into existence. From San Marco to the rest of the world like tracing the Silk Road backwards.