A selection of the finest woods in the world recreates the evocative atmosphere of Middle East expressing the night of Dubai.
The magnificence of Oud vibrates in the extraordinary presence of sandalwood and ebony that confer a silky and elegant texture.
The Moroccan Rose shades in the in the woody notes making Camouflage as intriguing and mysterious as the night.
DIARY OF CAMOUFLAGE
In the midst of childhood memories and ancient Arabic scents, I find refuge in thoughts, leading me to my heart of hearts that speaks to me and tells of Whom I was.
Then, among turbid reflections and past reminiscences, I spot a light which filters and warms me up. Here my journey resumes and my path continues through the streets of Dubai and the ways of my being.
Night falls, my room is left stark and I get dressed with memories which guide my steps among Dubai’s roads.
Gloom’s visage upon me. Mine the face, mine this mask of odours, extract of thoughts which opens the door of my inner archive. In my stopping, I do not halt; I observe and seek; I, nomadic citizen of my wandering, errant trace of far away destinations.
Cities and deserts, palaces and sand, smoke raises and delights my memories of frankincense which brings my childhood back to the street of this middle-eastern market.
Ablaze with the heat of these fading photographs, I linger suspended in the past and I surrender to the voice of vesper, an awaited reflex which has elected to take me so far from home, leading me closer to my heart.”