Like a grain of sand I am uplifted by the Harmattan. Its powerful waves caress my skin, sneak between the folds in my sarouel and deposit a thousand fragrances in their wake. In the morning, saturated with my perfume, the wind continues its travels in AfricaÕs immensity guiding mankind in its search for voyages unfettered by boundaries.

ItÕs this marriage of geranium with the Texas cedar which accompanies the freshness and the vitality of the Harmattan in a unique fragrance. This particular olfactory structure is built around a base of supple leather reminiscent of North African tanneries