Luxor oud - Memo Paris
Time seems to stand still at the entrance to Luxor, the oldest place of worship in humanity.
Along the banks of the Nile, the oppressive heat makes me apathetic. The crocodiles glide silently across the sand under the penetrating gaze of the Sphinx.
I walk towards the ancient shadows of the colossal statue of Ramesses II. The
temple stones seem to vibrate in splendor while roses sigh in torpor. Luxor oud: an oasis of roses and fruits overflowing with freshness and sensuality in the land of greatness and majesty. The union of wood and rose
in the shadow of the whip and the pharaoh's scepter.
ABSOLUTE OF ROSE