Captive summer afternoon at the rose. Hot August afternoon. Harvest and flower picking time. Fragrant haze floats over flower gardens. It's time to collect the ripened buds and get a drop of elixir from a ton of everything. The sun bakes the backs of workers in straw hats, carefully cutting each bud, trying not to damage the petals. Flowers are poured onto the stone floor and gently inverted so that the lower buds do not suffocate under the weight of the upper ones. Then they are delivered to a mysterious alchemical laboratory and there they receive a pink oil elixir, a drop of which, immersed in water, can wake up the memories of summer, a hot afternoon, and rose gardens...
The wind slightly sways the light curtain on the ajar window... cooling air enters the room... and on the table there is a pot-bellied glass filled with a brownish drink that burns the sky, a perfume bottle and a vase with fragrant rose petal jam infused in sugar syrup.
The fragrance is a chord of caramel, notes of Turkish and tea roses beckoning and bold at the beginning, causing an appetite for a lover of sweets... Then a falling avalanche of pink petals from a wicker basket, but caught in sweet sugar syrup. The base is interwoven with notes of sandalwood, ambergris, and musk giving sharpness and complexity to the sound and durability of the composition.