Venezia 1920 - Peggy
Peggy Guggenheim, a versatile woman, an adopted Venetian, a connoisseur of fine art, and an interpreter of a unique style and elegant allure: This "essence" has been translated into the perfume that Venezia1920 dedicates to her.
A whispered elegance, light yet present, velvety like cashmere, long-lasting.
I turned around, and suddenly the walls were filled with powerful paintings, burning with energy and color, and the walls seemed to come alive, pulsating like creatures. I turned to her in astonishment; in response, she gestured to the other side of the room. I turned sharply: illuminated, dynamic, breathtaking sculptures now populated the walls, and a large window filled the room with light that seemed to vibrate. "Has all this beauty always been here?" I asked her. "How could I have overlooked it?" She looked at me and smiled. She said something about learning from the best and always believing in one's own ideas, but I don't remember the exact words. Outside the window, for a moment, I thought I saw New York, and suddenly I smelled a wonderful fragrance.
In the dream, I know this perfume is called Peggy. First, there's a bright incense scent that precedes her like a wave of charisma. I'm a little intimidated, but I gather my courage and step closer, and now I clearly smell the intensity of the lush sandalwood notes, the gentle elegance of guaiac wood, I smell Atlas cedar and the inner strength of someone who believes in their own intuition despite all objections. One more step, and there comes the rounded sweetness of amber notes, as soft and intense as a passion for art, and the irresistible bliss of musk, as fascinating as someone who has made their own life a work of art.
