I am Eliana Camaioni, a scholar of ancient civilizations and their mysteries, I have dedicated my life to literature and theater, I spend my days rummaging through ancient manuscripts and my nights writing. This is the story of Nyx, the Queen of the Night , which I hope will excite and inspire you like the perfume to which it is dedicated.

Nyx , the Queen of the Night, reigned with elegance and mystery over the depths of darkness. 

Surrounded by vibrantly colored night flowers and ancient trees that seemed to dance under the starlight, Nyx exuded an irresistible allure. Invisible to mortal eyes, she was shrouded in an aura of legend. 

His land was an ethereal realm, inhabited by creatures from another dimension, where the scent of dreams filled the dark air: a realm known throughout the world for the wonderful scents that spread only at night. 

So powerful was their enchantment that poets and storytellers travelled from far away to tell of the Queen and her magical, unparalleled scents: they intoxicated the soul and penetrated the heart of whoever smelled them, arousing deep emotions and inexpressible passions.

On moonless nights, Nyx wandered undisturbed through the gardens and rooms of her palace, immersing herself in the olfactory melodies that only she could perceive: only she, with her otherworldly senses, was able to grasp the nuances and essences that hid in the folds of the darkness.

One of Nyx's favorite scents was that of the fig, which floated in the air like a shadow and mingled with the sea breeze: a sweet and fruity aroma that lifted her soul, heartening and comforting her, ferrying her spirit to unknown worlds. Nyx loved to immerse herself in the sea breeze, feeling its embrace envelop her like a maternal blanket.

But there were also stronger, more penetrating scents that struck Nyx's sensitive nose: ambergris that spoke to her of exotic, distant worlds, cedarwood, and an undertone of musk that lingered until dawn.

But in Nyx's realm there was also a place for delicate and refined scents. Lemon, grapefruit, lavender, lily of the valley and fern gave sweet fragrances that spread through the air, leaving their mark on the hearts of all who encountered them: a citrus arbor, which combined with the sweet notes of ripe figs. When Nyx bent down to smell one, its delicate scent reminded her that even beauty can shine in the shadows.

But of all the scents Nyx cultivated with affection, the most precious was that of dreams. Nyx fed on those dreams, on their energy, absorbing their purest essence.

And perhaps this is why Nyx, the Queen of the Night, who reigned over the darkness by immersing herself in and appreciating the olfactory wonders of her kingdom, nurtured in her heart the certainty that no dream was too big for her.

However, Nyx was also a lonely Queen, as her kingdom was inaccessible during the day and only allowed visitors to cross its borders at night: her greatest dream, in fact, was to find love. Nyx often thought about it, melancholic in the rooms of the palace, thinking that perhaps this was the only unattainable dream.

Until one warm, bright summer day, while Nyx was resting in the palace on blue silk cushions, a mysterious stranger ventured onto the road that led to the edge of the kingdom. His name was Helios, a young traveler with golden hair and eyes that shone like the sun. 

Helios was fascinated by the tales of the Queen and her enchanting perfumes, and decided to see for himself whether the stories were true.

Walking determinedly towards the border, she found herself facing the mystical veil that separated her mortal world from that of Nyx, but instead of giving in to the darkness and turning back, she closed her eyes and let the strength of her desire guide her. 

As his hands clutched at the veil, a gust of wind suddenly rose and the veil parted, allowing Helios to cross the border.

As soon as he entered Nyx's realm, Helios was overwhelmed by the sweet scents that danced in the air, and he couldn't help but marvel at such beauty. As he explored the realm, enchanted by every flower and every nocturnal creature, he felt a magnetic energy that led him to an imposing building of white marble: it was Nyx's palace, where she, stretched out on silk cushions, cultivated thoughts of love.

When Helios entered the main hall, their eyes met in an instant and a silent understanding passed between them. It was as if the universe had combined those glances, making that resonance of souls destined to intertwine vibrate.

Nyx approached him, her figure wrapped in an elegant black robe with silver highlights, and greeted him with a warm smile. He, on the other hand, remained open-mouthed, captured by that mysterious beauty, and by that smile that would have made the wisest man lose his head.

The Queen came even closer, and it was there that the intoxicating scent surrounding her figure worked its magic: the young man timidly approached and took her hand, feeling her skin as cold as the night and her energy coursing through his veins.

From that moment, time seemed to stand still in the realm of Nyx. 

Nyx and Helios lost themselves among night flowers and dancing fireflies, immersing themselves in a love that broke the veil of loneliness for both of them. 

From that day on, Nyx was no longer alone in her kingdom. Helios became the Night King, the Queen's lover, accompanying her in spreading grace and beauty throughout the kingdom, thanks to the wonderful perfumes that could only be smelled at night.

Every night, even today, the realm of men resounds with their whispers of love and the intoxicating scents that only Nyx can give to her secret lover.