Memory
Dear Clara, I’m sure you know how it feels to contemplate a landscape of endless sand, way beyond your eyes can see. To lost track with time and space, to be absorbed by the show of millions stars at night, by the wisdom of a solitary moon. The desert has this hypnotic ability and is so close to the effect a fragrance can have on me, that I wish you could bound them together. But I hear the camel caravan coming with its tinging bells and its welcoming people that see the desert as its home. I am sure you can bottle this dreamy reality in a beautiful fragrance called Desert. Yours, Jamal
