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.