STEPHANIE DE SAINT-AIGNAN, BERBERIADES 50ml

I want to remember every detail, every object, every book,
And the precious shadows playing with the ardent Sun
Beaming down on Marrakech.

In that place, where time stopped at the entrance of the city gates,
I dared to translate the untranslatable, to give a meaning
To the meaningless, to dyke the overflowing in a bottle.

Jasmine was growing on the wall next to your bedroom.

You put in my hand wormwood,
Sour orange, mint fragrance,
You crumpled thyme, laurel, exhilarated.

Your room smelled of sweet marjoram and fresh linen.

You picked an ancient rose that smelled like lemongrass,
And sparkled and pulsated like a brand new heart.

I stowed these memories away in a glass jewelry case.
They were like a perfume of subjugation, a tribute to the Levant,

Flying above the Medina, the Spices piazza, sweat, sun,
Flowers, shadows, the earth as red as saffron, Berber villages,
Deep beauty of Men and Women,
Mystical coolness of returning in the shadow of the Berberiads...

50ml