As one would expect of an Empressa, she travels in style: all abundant pearls, mirrors and fine silks. Like her scent, she leaves a seductive and lasting impression but her noble airs are clothed elegantly in grace. Florals and fruits are exquisitely combined, tamed, because whilst she is sweet she is anything but clingy.
A Middle Eastern Rose, from Damascus, makes the fragrance tender; geranium and pepper bring verve. The opening trilogy of blood orange, bergamot and mandarin serve as an inviting, radiant smile. But what lingers of the Empressa, are the sensual depths of amber, patchouli and precious woods. She may always wear immaculate pearls, but the Empressa has a secret fondness for silks and spice. Bright, soft and deeply sensual are the textures of this luxurious, luminous cloak.
Our mountain train’s arrival into Bombay was greeted by an explosion of sound that dazzled our reverie and shook us awake. Vivid colourful saris, Paithani, swirl all around, and to complete the sensory overload, before long there is the welcoming smell of spicy hot tea! Added to it, as tradition dictates, an agreeable explosion of spice (cardamom, nutmeg and pepper - the fragrant holy trinity). The soothing aspect of a silky, milky rose, serves as a rousing caress. Soon there is the famed cedar from Himachal Pradesh that blends with the smell of leather trunks. Because travel has always been the greatest feat of independence. And to best capture the feeling of our faithful companion, the sun - bountiful, low and full - rich amber infuses and illuminates the end of the day.