
Sun is rising, illuminating houses of Isparta Hill. Mountains stretch far away; harvest starts again its rhythm. In this Oriental scene I smell the queen, delicate and opulent, the most precious and the most desired. Celebrations for its come back are being prepared, and the legend on its apparition is passed. The Rose from Damascus. Mysterious and voluptuous. - Mélanie Leroux, Perfumer
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