Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruits,
with henna and nard,
nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh and aloes
and all the finest spices.
Song of Songs

In a few words

Perfume is emotion.
A liquid one that gets ethereal.
Perfume is memory.
Fruit of its creator’s own experience,
it gathers the experiences of each person who wears it.
Perfume is art.
Born out of a moment’s inspiration,
yet needing precise technical skill to help it speak.
Perfume is an encounter.
Diverse sensibilities and experiences
bound together by the invisible thread of memory.

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to these and the countless other ways of defining perfume.