Pink, red, blue, emerald green. Precious stones or curry powders, silky saris. These colors and scents will never fade from my memory. I am in India. Delhi. I walk through these streets crowded with life and noise. Day and night, I am intoxicated by these round or delicate scents.
Sometimes bitter, it's the surprise of a spice that will counteract a sourness. All my senses mobilize my imagination. I dream in the heart of these sumptuous palaces of maharajas. I seem to remember these princesses hidden behind moucharabies of precious wood. I know them who observe with envy the tumult of the teeming city.
Delhi, dizzying. An essential counter on the Route de Indes, it offers these women all the splendor and languor of these residences. The decor made of marble and exotic wood invites, as a base note, vanilla, patchouli, elemi and sandalwood which will mark the elegance of these places.
Some notes of heliotrope cedar and amber with slightly suave, powdery curves. Finally, some rose berries, mugwort and cinnamon will be the top notes of this candle. Like a sketch of the thousand and one nights.
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