Cèdre d’Ifrane
The snowflakes rhythmically paced the long march that awaited me until the Atlas Mountains Cedar forests. Camped for the night in a limestone cave in the ifrane valley, the horses of the caravan brought me the warmth I needed to rest. They exuded a powerful smell of leather, amber and musk from the cargo they were carrying
TOP
Rose, Cypress, Saffron
HEART
White Honey, Cedarwood, Cinnamon
BASE
Cypriol, Patchouli, Tobacco, Amber
