Peach arrives first, juicy and warm, like fruit left to ripen on a sunny windowsill. Cardamom and turmeric add a little pepper to its voice, and the room takes on the air of a market at sunset, where everyone speaks softly and stares a little too long.

In the heart, almond and cashmere are as soft as a silk robe sliding off one shoulder. Leather, musk and saffron hang in the air for hours. It is made for slow evenings, a bath with the door left open and nowhere to be.