Une Nuit Nomade Sugar Leather

Our nomadic caravan stretches forth in silence. We move to the rhythm of camels, in an almost hypnotic pendulum movement. The saddle of our hosts, heated by an arrogant sun, gives off the sweet and delicate scent of leather. We are approaching Al Khaluf. The landscape is almost lunar. The sand’s color has changed to a blinding white. On these sugar dunes, we become minuscule.

‘Sugar Leather’ is like a piece of leather covered in white sand and caramelized by the sun. A decadent, racy, spicy fragrance.