Enclosed in citrus and wood bark, the orange blossom weaves a painter's dream from which escapes the pale volute of smoke from a narghile. As an orientalist painting, furiously romantic, the vigorous scent of the cade, and solar splinter of citrus fruits, come out as a thin blade in the silky shadow of vanilla.
top note : lemon, orange / middle : orange blossom / base : juniper, vanilla
After the rain, mist rises from the plains in an earthy haze. Wet ferns, young plants and meadows... Under the...
The perfume of old stonewalls, in the shade of cloisters and convents, this scent of fresh and mossy stone tells...
In a hotel of Havana, sizzling under the stubborn sun of the Revolution, fierce overtones of leather and tobacco meddle...