IO_NON HOMANI_CHE_MI_ACCAREZZIONO_IL_VOLTO | In 1961 Mario Giacomelli met a group of young students at the Episcopal Seminary at Senigallia. With the agreement of the church administration he began to photograph them in moments of relaxation after their long hours of study and prayer in preparation for ecclesiastical life.

He pictured priests playing with a ball, jumping about, or with kittens, or as they moved on the snow wearing large cloaks, or throwing pillows in dormitories to the bewilderment and amusement of everyone; lastly he photographed them from the roof of the Seminary as they danced in a ring. Giacomelli decided to change the title of the series – from Pretini (Young priests) to Io non ho mani che mi accarezzino il volto (There are no hands to caress my face), the title of a poem by Father David Maria Turoldo – thus tying each picture to clear set of ideas.

During one of his Sunday visits to the young priests he took them some cigars and photographed them smoking; and so, after once being accused of photographing old people at an old people’s home to make fun of their nudity, here at the seminar they accused him of causing disorder in a place where strict discipline ought to reign. These pictures, which would open the doors of fame for him, would also close the doors of the Seminary: from that day he was refused permission to photograph.

Giacomelli, was looking to focus his lens on situations of suffering; the suffering of who as a young person made a choice that brought him to be alone.

The bottle is made with a special metallic coating in memory of the same material of Mario Giacomelli inseparable camera. Filippo Sorcinelli has had the good fortune to know him personally during his teenage years.

Concerning the cap, it is coated with a special and exclusive double leather with a metal that anyone can "shape" and make his own perfumed creation.
The drapery material alludes to the "dan.