Jungle, humidity, snake plants, jazmin yucateco, crocodile by the cenote, shaded temple, limestone ruins Entering the interior of the Yucatan peninsula seems like a journey inward. Long roads stretch on through dense jungle. You move towards sacred ground where once thriving cities are now limestone ruins. Overgrown vines swallow the temples where fruits hang heavy in the humid air, redolent of jungle flowers. The jasmine plants speak of shocking animalic powder, like spotting the pattern of a jaguar among the monotony of green vegetation. DS
A lone peacock floats over cream lilies, oleander and a sea of alabaster violet. Orchestral pads of harps and horns drone. Pale blue fog hangs in the far woodlands
TOP NOTES
oleander / cabreuva rouge / grapefruit pith
HEART NOTES
white lily cream / egyptian jasmine / alabaster violet
