Top Notes 
Saffron
Elemi resin
Nutmeg
Pepper
Heart Notes 
Geranium
Cedarwood
Indian sandalwood
Base Notes 
Blond leather
Black musk
Siam benzoin
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The Sultan's New Leather Jacket
Rashid had to hurry. He had just picked up the new leather jacket for the Sultan and needed to be back at the palace on time. The Sultan was already quite excited, and that meant he had to make his way back to the palace quickly. So he rushed through the bazaars of the city and was only halted at the spice bazaar. It was as crowded as ever. He walked slowly along the alleys, with beads of anxious sweat trickling down his forehead. A lot was being offered here: aromatic yet subtle saffron that filled the air, as well as spicy but not too hot pepper. But it could also be a distinct note of nutmeg; he wasn't sure, and due to the dense crowd, he couldn't get a good look at individual stalls.
Now he reached a critical point in the market, and nothing was moving forward. Everyone was applauding and cheering, and through the crowd, he saw dancing dervishes accompanied by folkloric music. Individual dervishes swung barrels filled with smoking resins around, the air became hazy and infused with the spices. When everything was finally over and Rashid could continue his journey, he noticed that the leather for the Sultan had absorbed all these scents. The leather now smelled of cold smoke, very aromatic but overall becoming fainter regarding the spice notes. It didn't really smell like leather anymore, more like a subtle hint, if at all.
Just before reaching the palace, he took a supposed shortcut and found himself in a small square where individual merchants were trading in woods. He recognized cedar and sandalwood, and shavings from various carvings were flying around. He didn't pay much attention but then noticed something sticking to the leather. He tried to remove it, rubbing the small shavings and splinters deeper into the leather. He was startled as it dawned on him that the Sultan would blame him for this now disfigured pure leather.
Just then, a traveling flower seller rushed by, and he saw that geraniums were among the flowers. He recognized them from his homeland and knew all too well that they could have a balsamic effect. Perhaps he could manage to blend the individual fragrance notes on the leather into a cohesive whole with this help. So he took a few plants in an unnoticed moment and added them to the leather mixture. It smelled acceptable, just slightly of marjoram.
Thus, he arrived at the Sultan, tempered his steps, and bowed before him when he was admitted. The Sultan examined the leather jacket critically, sniffed suspiciously, and then spoke: “Did he hand you this leather goods for me? Speak!”
“Y-yes... I can explain... about the scent....”
“The scent is irrelevant to me! I expected a strong leather, animalistic and bold. This here... is not leather at all! And this wretch tries to conceal it with all sorts of spice show! Bring him to me! And you, Rashid: step aside.”
Still slightly undecided, Rashid looked down and took the first steps backward cautiously. Then he quickened his pace. What a twist of fate! But it was true, the leather was so faint; it had been so pale from the very beginning that even the cooled and weakened spice and resin vapors were dominant.
Now he reached a critical point in the market, and nothing was moving forward. Everyone was applauding and cheering, and through the crowd, he saw dancing dervishes accompanied by folkloric music. Individual dervishes swung barrels filled with smoking resins around, the air became hazy and infused with the spices. When everything was finally over and Rashid could continue his journey, he noticed that the leather for the Sultan had absorbed all these scents. The leather now smelled of cold smoke, very aromatic but overall becoming fainter regarding the spice notes. It didn't really smell like leather anymore, more like a subtle hint, if at all.
Just before reaching the palace, he took a supposed shortcut and found himself in a small square where individual merchants were trading in woods. He recognized cedar and sandalwood, and shavings from various carvings were flying around. He didn't pay much attention but then noticed something sticking to the leather. He tried to remove it, rubbing the small shavings and splinters deeper into the leather. He was startled as it dawned on him that the Sultan would blame him for this now disfigured pure leather.
Just then, a traveling flower seller rushed by, and he saw that geraniums were among the flowers. He recognized them from his homeland and knew all too well that they could have a balsamic effect. Perhaps he could manage to blend the individual fragrance notes on the leather into a cohesive whole with this help. So he took a few plants in an unnoticed moment and added them to the leather mixture. It smelled acceptable, just slightly of marjoram.
Thus, he arrived at the Sultan, tempered his steps, and bowed before him when he was admitted. The Sultan examined the leather jacket critically, sniffed suspiciously, and then spoke: “Did he hand you this leather goods for me? Speak!”
“Y-yes... I can explain... about the scent....”
“The scent is irrelevant to me! I expected a strong leather, animalistic and bold. This here... is not leather at all! And this wretch tries to conceal it with all sorts of spice show! Bring him to me! And you, Rashid: step aside.”
Still slightly undecided, Rashid looked down and took the first steps backward cautiously. Then he quickened his pace. What a twist of fate! But it was true, the leather was so faint; it had been so pale from the very beginning that even the cooled and weakened spice and resin vapors were dominant.
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