In 2018, in a France steeped in history and tradition, a king named
Ombre Nomade once ascended his throne. Majestic, proud and unwavering, he began to gather his followers around him and watched over the people who loved him so much and whom he had also taken at least as deeply into his heart with an unwavering presence.
His fame continued to grow, even if only in certain small circles for the time being. Not long after, I was given the honor of meeting the king at a small audience. I was impressed by him and his rule. So I began to painstakingly create my own throne within my own four walls so that I could always have the king by my side.
For a long time, everything seemed fine. I proved my loyalty to the king, often taking him with me on my travels and enjoying his aura, his unbridled power and his dominance over his fellow warriors every time. Because he undoubtedly had them.
But one day, when I decided to have the king's elixir of life replenished, I was unexpectedly struck in the face. I quickly realized that the king had lost his strength and intensity. No doubt he was still graceful, but the king had aged too quickly and I realized that our time together was now severely limited, and my throat was choking.
After a long search, I finally found an elixir from earlier times for my king, which put him back on his feet and helped him regain his former power. I felt a great sense of relief, albeit clouded by the thought that this water of life would also run out and the king's life would end.
One day, I entered the ornate palace once again. Secluded from the rest of the world, day after day I watched wonderful creatures with their elixirs, read a lot and tested a few. Some were graceful and meant a lot to me, some were almost completely unexplored and others had simply been forgotten over time.
In the main hall, I looked at the new arrivals and something caught my eye immediately. Mada, as the newcomer was called, actually had a similar elixir to my king. This was not unusual, but I thought a lot of the creator. So I took heart and asked for a meeting.
The first few moments with Mada were stirring. His demeanor was impetuous, almost strenuous, with a sharp, medicinal note that swept through the halls like a storm. Saffron and jasmine stood by his side, closely linked, and in the background a leather, soaked in raspberry, pushed forward inexorably. It seemed as if Mada wanted to challenge the king with all his might.
But Ombre Nomade, the king himself, would not be shaken. With his head held high, majestically and calmly, he faced Mada. He opened a bottle of his precious oud - an elixir of deepest density and perfect harmony - but his true arsenal was far greater. Saffron, which always ran like a golden thread through all the notes in his fragrance, intensified the sharpness of the oud, while jasmine unfurled subtle floral highlights between the dark, smoky notes. The leather of his royal fragrance was soft yet unwavering, enveloped in warm woods and a subtle raspberry sweetness that tamed even the wildest storms.
Mada pushed and stormed, his energy wild and impetuous, but Ombre Nomade responded with confident calm. Every step, every gesture, every breath unfolded the harmony of its fragrance notes: The oud ordered the intensity, the saffron lent fire, the leather stability, the raspberry sweetness, jasmine lightness, and the warm woods combined everything into an unshakeable carpet of power and elegance.
Hour after hour, this sensual duel swayed. Mada showed fire and strength, but Ombre Nomade retained the upper hand. His fragrance was a whole arsenal, an orchestrated play of contrasts that harmoniously absorbed every attack from Mada. Even the initial sting of the medicinal accent became part of an orchestrated whole that obeyed the king.
As the heat of battle subsided, Mada realized that he had not been overpowered, but led. The king had not forced defeat upon him, but tested him, showing him that true strength lies not only in pushing, but in mastery, in wisdom, in the harmony of the elements - and in the patience of the master.
Then the king raised his hand, not in anger but in recognition, and said:
"You have not risen against me, Mada, but have proven yourself at my side. Your fire is strength, your path a test. As long as my time lasts, you will walk by my side. And when the day comes that my elixir runs dry and my kingdom calls for a new ruler, I will give you my throne without hesitation. For in you, I have not found an opponent, but my successor."
Dear Mr. Al Qasim, you have truly accomplished a great feat here. You have not ousted my beloved king, the ON, from his throne, for which I am extremely grateful because of our long-standing relationship. Rather, you have created a worthy successor, a prince who will look good on my shelf and will be used more and more often until he can call the king's place his own at some point.
My heartfelt thanks for this very successful and worthy work of art.
Top Notes 
Saffron
Jasmine
Raspberry
Heart Notes 
Leather
Amber
Plum
Base Notes 
Musk
Patchouli
Vanilla
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