She lets herself be grabbed only to escape better into an imaginary flower.

A citrus breath, pierced by spicy notes of cumin, saffron and pink pepper, carries the green, slightly fruity whisper of blue chamomile, destined to elevate the floral bouquet that is about to bloom.

Here we find the Taif rose in its star-like dress, a fantastic rose that contains within itself countless magical artifices (Bulgarian rose and Turkish rose through different extraction methods), made velvety by the iris concrete and with a powdery flavour, wrapped in floral lactones.

With its warm spices, accompanied by a masterful dose of oud, the rose becomes more animalic, intertwined with a leathery vanilla, daring a tenacious luxury. A reinvented dream of the East, floating in weightlessness.