This is a very dark night, troubled only by the glow of a young moon, up there, as thin as a pencil line, discrete and blurred. It almost feels like a mirage. The serenity and appeasement which emanate from it are mystical, enabling a spiritual awakening. The deep calm breathes to the rhythm of a light breeze, lifting up and dispersing the fumes of incense and agarwood, leaving a fresh feeling into the oriental night. The scent is definitely woody and smoky, deepened by patchouli, spiced up by a touch of precious saffron and refreshed by red berries. The picture stands in front of you, it is called Saja. Close your eyes, breathe deeply. It feels like you are there
