An Exotic Sounding Word, Echo Of Virgin Forests.
Tigers’ eyes, female claws, feline instincts, the call of the wild. The lily of the valley approaches like a monsoon. At the equator, where the heart is, the beat becomes the crossroads of dreams, where the gurjum balsam, the West Indian sandalwood and the amber meet.
From the cargo ships in the harbour barrels of oud, vanilla, tonka beans, tolu, labdanum and musk are unloaded, in a balanced blend of scents that sets aglow all the garments of the sultanate.