Through the maze of Constantinople, under the ceilings of a hideaway, leathery scents and tobacco swirls of whispered discussions mingle with the rose and jasmine of dancing hair. A warm scent tinged with spices and honey whispers stories of an ancient empire.
Top Note: Turkish rose, spices / Middle: Honey tobacco, smoked leather /Base : Patchouly, musk
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...