Venezia 1920 - Harry's
At Harry's Bar, you can breathe the atmosphere that has made it a mandatory meeting place for writers, painters, artists and aristocrats since the 1920s. Atmospheres linked to the cocktails served, gallant encounters and lived, dense and mysterious solitudes.
With this perfume, we wanted to interpret and bring to life the most mysterious aspects of this place through amber, smoky and penetrating notes.
“Here’s your drink,” a voice suddenly said to me. Venice is like opening a whole box of chocolates at once, Truman Capote said. But perhaps he was talking about love. "Cheers!" I said to my reflection in the glass. I took a sip, then another, and another. And as I drank, nothing seemed to matter anymore, except that tomorrow is a new day. Suddenly, I felt happy. “I feel better now,” he said to me. I turned to smile at him, but there was no one there.
This daydream is called Harry's. It opens like the doors of a bar, welcoming you into a warm, lively microcosm of coriander and pink pepper, hypnotically enchanted by geranium. Here you can take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable, amidst the warmth of the Texan cedar wood of the counter and tables and the smoky notes reminiscent of the thousands of cigarettes smoked here by artists and writers. The incense illuminates the room like their discussions about art and literature, flowing into a balsamic background of pure joy, labdanum and amber, comfortably seated on the leather accord of the chairs. And suddenly you no longer know whether you are in London or Venice, you only know that you want to come back.
