A vertiginous approach to the floral heart, amulets of Roses and Jasmine, a dusty, woody body of Ambrette and Cypriol. Like a Sadhu clad in white ash, the ritual takes shape amid the sacred notes of Nard, Incense and Gurjum. The perfume becomes a magical, uncompromising experience. A swirling chant rises in the Varanasi night, the temple, shadows walking around, Oud, Vetiver and a mystic leather chord, enveloping our bodies. Sounds of unknown instruments. On the slow river, dawn arrives, Varanasi is the place where spirituality sublimates the human being. Where souls try to find refuge. Varanasi is a magnetic perfume.
