Soul of my soul
Soul of my soul
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“Perfume is the soul, the soul is the perfume”.
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Top notes : Italian Bergamot Orpur, Somali Incense Essence Orpur, Pink Pepper CO2 Orpur
Heart notes : Orpur Iris Butter, Orpur Rose Absolute, Suede Accord
Base notes : Australian Sandalwood Orpur, Georgy Wood Accord, Madagascar Vanilla Absolute Orpur
In the Arabian Nights there is a wonderful expression to address your loved one: “Soul of my Soul”. This phrase expresses how empty life would be without that person.
I remember Aladin's warm voice croaking in a 45 rpm record on a record player in 1977. He spoke to Princess Badr al-budūr calling her “My princess, soul of my soul”. At the time I was seven years old and I asked my mother the meaning of soul, she replied: "There is not a single definition, it is an invisible presence that connects us to the divine, a bit like the trail of vanilla that the Jicky perfume leaves in the air and that your nose continues to search for. The soul travels towards infinity in space and time and connects us to the Whole. It is a fragment of what is beautiful and perfect in each of us, which will take us back to heaven and remain next to people on earth. The perfume makes the presence of this fragment eternal and the soul proceeds in the same way."
A few years later, rereading One Thousand and One Nights, I discovered sapphism, the art of women loving each other, the eunuchs who appeared in the hanaeces, the conquering sodomites, the disturbing ephebes. I learned that the relationship with the body means nothing without the relationship with the soul, I understood that sensuality could become an excellent substitute for the soul and that holding yourself tightly could be an innovative way to instill a drop in each person of the white and cosmic soul that floated in the primordial ocean before the creation of the world…
We imagined a perfume that speaks of the Persian god of fire and of the Hindu divinities, of the cult of offerings and of Mesopotamia, of milk and clarified butter to honor the divinities and remember the white foam of the soul with a trail that permeates the air which originates from the Whole. Here the perfume is the soul, the soul is the perfume.
A creamy explosion in which musks mix with iris butter and release powerful scents of vanilla that fade into an accord of tonka bean and benzoin.
Always faithful to moss.
