An olfactory tribute to Mario Giacomelli's famous photographic series of young priests in Senigallia Seminary. The fragrance takes its name from David Maria Turoldo's poem 'I have no hands to caress my face' and captures the essence of spiritual contemplation, loneliness, and religious devotion.

A complex and intense composition opening with bitter-green galbanum and myrrh, followed by a spicy heart of cinnamon leaf and incense. The base reveals deep tobacco, amber, and resinous notes of benzoin and frankincense, creating a dark, contemplative atmosphere.