Immediately, an era; straightaway, a continent. Arabia with all that it shows, and, especially, what it keeps hidden. Five perfumes slip into that interstice. Besides the rose, incense and musk, they express an aristocratic animality, with oud essential oil made from agarwood. And it is in the notes of oud that a window opens a crack, a glimpse through a jalousie (arousing one, too). They interpose themselves, like a taboo, a refusal, and a terrible temptation. The Arabian night is what stops you, draws you out, like an unexpected whiff of rum, or amber.