...dressed like priestesses.Yasmin has risen and watches from her balcony with Tiye the Nubian maid. “Do you know him?” Yasmin asks. “It is my master, Egypt’s Prince Nimlot,” Tiye says. “And who are those half-naked women with tattoos on their stomachs?” Tiye bristles. “They are the... body to the great earth’s herbs.” Tiye thinks this is wise of Yasmin.“Now, tell me,” Yasmin demands of Tiye as she settles. “Why has your master really come?” Tiye lowers her eyes so her expression cannot give her guilt away. Prince Nimlot has come because he seeks Yasmin’s hand, though... light, rather than heavy scent. I think I must keep this one, Tiye,” Yasmin says. Tiye is pleased that Yasmin is keeping something her master has sent.Parfum de Grasse “Without oakmoss or patchouli, this one isn’t a chypre, but it intoxicates as if it were. Late in the drydown it is...