Incantu - Drops of Styx - Limited Batch 67 pieces in 50 ml

In the sun-baked heart of Sicily, where the air hums with the secrets of Phoenician sailors, Greek nymphs, and Arab alchemists, there lies a word whispered only at dusk, when the Mediterranean swallows the sun and the island’s shadows stretch long: Incantu.

 It means “enchantment” — but not the kind spun from fairy tales. This is the old enchantment, the kind that lives in the cracks of Mount Etna’s lava fields, in the breath of the Sirocco wind, and in the silent gaze of the teste di moro, those ceramic Moorish heads that guard Sicilian balconies like cursed lovers.

Incantu is the spell cast by the island itself.

The Legend...

They say it began with a woman who was not quite a woman. She emerged one evening from the salt-crusted caves of Scopello, her skin glistening with brine and her hair tangled with wild capers.

Some claimed she was a maga, a sorceress who communed with the ghosts of Norman kings. 

Others swore she was the restless spirit of a bride drowned in the Strait of Messina, her voice still singing in the tides. Whatever she was, she always carried drops of liquid moonlight in a perfume she’d distilled from:

·Bitter tears of frozen Ginger disenchanted at midnight time
·Japanese Honeysuckle -the type that blooms only in the Valley of the Temples , where Persephone was stlen into the underworld .
·Smoldering myrrh resin, scraped from the altars of abandoned Greek temples 
And a single drop of volcanic sulfur, harvested from Etna’s most treacherous fissure.

She called it Incantu — a potion to make the wearer both hunter and prey, seen and unseen, alive and ghostly.

Opening :

· Japanese Honey Suckle   (the kind that blooms only in the Valley of the Temples, where Persephone was stolen into the underworld)
· Carob Pods (crushed underfoot on ancient Roman roads, their sweetness tinged with dust),
· Sea Salt (crystallized on the lips of fishermen’s widows).

Heart :

· Black Honey (harvested from bees that feast on ash-covered Etna wildflowers),
· Tobacco Leaf (dried in the attics of the  smuggler’s safehouse),
· Candle Wax (from the melted votives of the Madonna Nera ).

Base :

· Ambered Oud (smuggled into Messina’s port in a coffin-shaped crate),
· Burnt Almond (the scent of torrone crumbled ),
· Petrified Driftwood (washed ashore from Ulysses’ shipwreck ).

This formula is extreme, confrontational, and artistically raw – not for casual wear.

The Ritual

To wear Incantu is to slip into Sicily’s skin. Spray it at the hollow of your throat, and for a moment, you’ll feel the maga’s fingers there — cold as a Sicilian winter.The frozen Ginger sharpness will cut like an ice knife, the honey will cling like a lover’s last promise, and the oud will rise like smoke from a village festino where the saints and sinners dance as one.

Strangers will ask:

“What are you wearing?”

Tell them : It’s a curse you’re learning to love!

Your signature scent – not your neigbour`s!