In a mist-woven valley where dawn breathes through centuries-old rose fields, I traveled to Bulgaria to experience the sacred moment of rose harvesting. This was not merely a geographical journey  it was a ritual, a return to nature’s essence and to the ancestral roots of perfumery.

Each morning, before the sun had fully risen, we walked among the dewy petals of Rosa Damascena, with open hands and open hearts. Roses are picked only at dawn, when the soul of the plant still lingers in its scent a fleeting hour when nature whispers her secrets and entrusts them to those who approach with reverence and devotion.

There, in the Damask Rose Valley, I rediscovered the quiet power of presence. Of observing. Of listening. Of honoring each drop of essential oil as if it were a sacred tear of memory.

This journey was not just part of creating a new perfume. It was a primal inspiration  a reminder that natural perfumery is not a technique, but a ritual of love, remembrance, and deep respect.

The rose I now hold in my hands carries the freshness of those mornings. It holds the song of the Earth. And through my compositions, I offer it to you  as a bridge between your soul and the spirit of nature.