One morning Emilie was strolling through a souk in Dubaï, she was hit by the smoke of a bakhour that a merchant was having burned in front of his open-air boutique and that spread a strong smell of Oud.
Time seemed to stand still.
It was the first time a fragrance brought her back to the sacred in such a strong way.
NOTES
Saffron, Currant, Plum
Oud, Tuberose, Rose,
Ylang ylang, Cypriol, Iatamansi, Sandalwood, Amyris.
