Ayala Moriel Parfums
This equinox night is as warm as daylight itself. A breeze from distant countries brings in the scent of citrus orchards. We are walking in a dream, in our respective home countries: A courtyard in West Amman. An Orchard in Old Jaffa. A garden in Aleppo. Common scents that overcome all worldly conflicts.
Savoured the salty sea air. Faces buried in the white blooming foliage of Clematis armandii and soft hair. We're overcome by a shower of meteorites; Nostrils drowned by the dreamy orange blossom scent. Sitting under wild cherry trees, whose white petals fall one by one into the black pond. Even this beautiful moment will soon disappear into the bleak past.
'Smile to me when you cry', you say. 'so I can see the real you'. The windows to my soul bleeding and shining at the same time.
We will never forget that night. It was equal to the day. It was warm. And after this night the days will be longer and lonelier. Painfully sober save for a sip of tears and a puff of clematis breath of this black heart perfume.
This new perfume is a blank slate in the shape of a black heart upon which you can write and re-write your lover's past, present and future.
Top notes: Cardamom, Mint
Heart notes: Clematis Accord, Salty Tears
Base notes: Incense, Musk
Fragrance Families: Salty Floral, Floriental