Sultan Pasha - Aurum d'Angkhor ---> "Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God." (Soren Kierkegaard)
Aurum d'Anghkor smells of Indian shores caressed by liquid sun light and bathed in golden incense dust. It is the smell of temples where incense languorously burns amidst palm leaves and heaps of fruit and floral offerings, of the ocean breeze mixed with winds carrying saffron and musk, of wild flowers rising among endless tea plantations, of sands and candles, henna and saris, silk and satin, rubies, gold and sacred wood. Aurum d'Angkhor smells like Love. It’s velvety-smooth like an embrace, sweet like a million kisses, innocent like a heartbeat, and maddening like a first touch. It moves from lushness to sensuality in a matter of seconds and you find yourself torn and tossed deliciously from hither to thither, without even the slightest intention of ever descending to the ground again.
Evoking white marble palaces, tigers, huge peacock feather fans, golden bowls abounding in exotic fruit, fragrant sunsets, red silk curtains, sacred offerings and endless hot summer evenings in suspended gardens, Aurum d'Angkhor encompasses all fragrant shapes love has taken throughout the centuries. And, just as love, it is impossible to categorize: it is neither floral, nor woody, nor musky, nor floral-woody-musk. It is love. A silky, creamy, heady, luscious cashmerey one, transformative and inescapable.
This one is best worn when you wish to transcend time and space. And, obviously, with the One caressing your shoulders gently underneath those rivers of silk as you pass by the world of others.
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