Slender blue palms sway in the musky wind, like vetiver oil shakes under a canopy of white flowers. Swallows sweep wildly through the leather, brushing the ground. An apogee of irises follows, under a cascade of ylang-ylang. The scents spread through the narrow streets offering a glimpse of orange blossoming trees across the ramparts. A mantle of amaranth makes its way along a path of pepper and ginger towards the gates of the medina, where cypress trees guard the exquisite ogival arches and arabesque doors.
An indigo city, an imperial city, an ancient city overlooked by a mirage of a skinned Iris: Moroccan Leather.

Notes

Concrete of Iris
Oil of Vetiver
Leather agreement