Barefoot amidst the charm and mystery of Fire in a desert camp. The desert arises from the precarious equilibrium of existence, at the intersection of places present and past, like a mirage at the edge of itself.
 
The warm, sensual notes of a strange night in the wilderness; the soothing spicy fragrance; the evocative power of roses; and the ancestral and reassuring perfume of honey: all of them are celebrated in the power of the flame.
The exciting story of a unique and unforgettable experience: the first night in a tent in the desert; the darkness and silence of this magic place which - like this fragrance - excites and fascinates from the first top notes. 
There is a saying I picked up on one of my trips which has always fascinated me.
 
"The desert is as vast as the sky; if you want to be free as a bird, then live in the desert where there are no borders and no controls."