Melancolia LIQUIDES IMAGINAIRES- Spicy|Woody

Aristotle wondered why I charmed  exceptional people. Why my black bile, my sweet melancholy had affected philosophers, poets, artists and even heroes like Hercules.  I am the queen of a rainy land dear to Baudelaire.  I am the state of the soul that makes me a “sacred disease”. A liquid that used to be called “umore”. I am your mood, whether good  or bad. I interrupt your mind with visions  of madness and of genius. My perfume transcends nostalgia and awakens the spleen. I am the water of the spirit, MELANCOLIA.