A night in the Sahara.
The sun is gone but the desert is still warm. It’s slowly cooling, overtaken by darkness. We set up the tents, set up camp for the night, prepare tea and dates. Far away in the dunes, we guess an oasis. Unless it’s a mirage... Or a perfumer’s dream? Tender Oud is the story of a dreamy Orient: Alberto Morillas imagined the scent of sand stretching as far as the eye can see, concentrating all the perfumes of those who walked on it. The smell of spice caravans where saffron and pepper are as precious as gold, the smell of wood, tanned and smoked leather from the trunks of the merchants carrying the fabrics of the Silk Road. Tender Oud has this dry minerality, sometimes burning, sometimes icy grains of sand depending on the hours of the day or night. It also has the spicy, woody and smoky accents left by these travellers and other adventurers.
A night in the Sahara.
The sun is gone but the desert is still warm. It’s slowly cooling, overtaken by darkness. We set up the tents, set up camp for the night, prepare tea and dates. Far away in the dunes, we guess an oasis. Unless it’s a mirage... Or a perfumer’s dream? Tender Oud is the story of a dreamy Orient: Alberto Morillas imagined the scent of sand stretching as far as the eye can see, concentrating all the perfumes of those who walked on it. The smell of spice caravans where saffron and pepper are as precious as gold, the smell of wood, tanned and smoked leather from the trunks of the merchants carrying the fabrics of the Silk Road. Tender Oud has this dry minerality, sometimes burning, sometimes icy grains of sand depending on the hours of the day or night. It also has the spicy, woody and smoky accents left by these travellers and other adventurers.