In the presence of this gorgeous bottle, our imagination drifts to cool secluded gardens, fragrant with rose and orange blossoms, to the murmur of marble fountains and the melancholy songs...
In the presence of this gorgeous bottle, our imagination drifts to cool secluded gardens, fragrant with rose and orange blossoms, to the murmur of marble fountains and the melancholy songs of night birds. The court poets of Islam wrote about these things, and about their beloveds scented with delicate perfumes. We hold the bottle and suddenly we are there, we hear the sounds, we smell the scents.