It's midnight in the gardens of the Alhambra, the red castle. The wandering breeze
brings to mind a memory of love under the gushing jets of the fountains,
as silent as petrified marble. With my eyes closed and hands outstretched,
I move like a sleepwalker in your perfume. Cradle me, jasmine song,
take me in your arms, my orange blossom. How dark is the wood of your guitars
. They cry at the glow of the moon. How dark is the hair of your
gypsies. Their skirts stir my heart. Hear my voice calling you.
Granada, tonight I will be faithful to you. Your sky dominates my world, my only
light.

Notes:

Pomegranate
ORANGE FLOWERS Absolute
JELSOMINE Absolute