Vanilla winds whisper across the horizon. Plum. Patchouli. Palms reach skyward, taller than incense, next to a monolith of spice and tobacco. A sweeping desert of saffron, born of sand and drenched in sky. 100 ml Eau de Parfum WARM PLUM, RIPENED IN THE VAPOROUS HEAT, MEETS A MIRAGE OF PATCHOULI TINGED WITH TURMERIC. SANCTUARY AT LAST, FOR THOSE WHO TRAVEL THE INCENSE ROAD.