
Oliban
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Oliban
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Journey of Incense...
Samharam was an imposing ancient port of transit and trade of incense in the south of Oman (5th century BC).
It was part of the Arabian incense route, that of Dhofar which sailed towards India...
Thus, I can imagine the imposing and exhilaration atmosphere that must have reigned there. An atmosphere guided by heavy rhythms of incessant coming and going, of incense cracking in burlap sacks and precious spices. Carried by slaves with tanned skin; and, the merchants, these traders holding in the palms of their hands these precious crystals, with shimmering and burning colors, with light, warm, sweet, dry, and intoxicating emanations.
Did they have the time, to tell each other stories from elsewhere, around a fire in the evening, throwing a few stones of these nectars, tears of the desert, into the flames? To soothe, relieve, and elevate their soul, through these divine emanations? Before resuming their trade journeys, on seas imbued with waves of iodized spray, sunlit despair, and bewitched calls, towards abysses full of dark desires or towards shores full of mysteries and promises. The simple hope of touching the horizon...
In the end, were they not, without knowing it, gods themselves? To serve us the intoxication of these resins, we, religious or not, rich or humble, mere mortals.
This fragrance literally transported me, with its dense, raw notes and so many nuances.
An absolute intoxication! The text."
It was part of the Arabian incense route, that of Dhofar which sailed towards India...
Thus, I can imagine the imposing and exhilaration atmosphere that must have reigned there. An atmosphere guided by heavy rhythms of incessant coming and going, of incense cracking in burlap sacks and precious spices. Carried by slaves with tanned skin; and, the merchants, these traders holding in the palms of their hands these precious crystals, with shimmering and burning colors, with light, warm, sweet, dry, and intoxicating emanations.
Did they have the time, to tell each other stories from elsewhere, around a fire in the evening, throwing a few stones of these nectars, tears of the desert, into the flames? To soothe, relieve, and elevate their soul, through these divine emanations? Before resuming their trade journeys, on seas imbued with waves of iodized spray, sunlit despair, and bewitched calls, towards abysses full of dark desires or towards shores full of mysteries and promises. The simple hope of touching the horizon...
In the end, were they not, without knowing it, gods themselves? To serve us the intoxication of these resins, we, religious or not, rich or humble, mere mortals.
This fragrance literally transported me, with its dense, raw notes and so many nuances.
An absolute intoxication! The text."



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