Pirates can attack at any time, stealing the slender boat, loaded with pearls and cloths, and stealing all its goods obtained with hard work. A dangerous undertaking to transport the goods from Oman to Yemen. The fisherman is lulled by the rippling of the waves, a sound that takes him back to his childhood, caressed by the trade wind that blows, the Shamal, the wind that relentlessly formed – for many years – the dunes in the deserts.
While the Shamal blows, soft and incessant, and brings the smell of dates mixed with burning incense, the pearl fisherman is blessed and tastes some fruit while resisting that temptress, sleep.
He decays to ‘daydream’. The images around his mind take him to far, far away, where nothing is earthly, and everything seems light and fleeting, relieving his body of the fatigue of the day and breathing new life into his mind.
The pearl was formed when a drop of rain reached the bowl under the water and found its way in, turning the water from the sky into a beautiful jewel in the depths of the ocean.
Top: incense, aromatic notes, apple
Heart: Amber and Velvet
Base: Woody notes and Musk
