The sun of an ancient city, rises slowly over the citadel, like liquid gold
that fills the sky.
Now, the early morning murmur of life is about to burst through, much the
same as Spring. A skyline that reflects mathematical magic and so bears
testimony to the cradle of scholarship that is Cairo. And in harmony with the
masterly shapes that rise upwards from the earth, soft female forms command the
sky. The Mediterranean melting-pot is home to a thousand minarets and a thousand
fragrant gems.
Damascan Rose is macerated in an abundance of woods and spices. An ornate and
sumptuous composition that echos with saffron and incense, per fumum, the
perfume of the gods. Patchouli and vanilla sign the base with the familiar
reassurance of dusk.
