Fire and flame, in the forests of the night. Saffron. Smoldering eyes, tears from heaven. Absinthe. Taktshang rises up, like an arrow. Osmanthus. Sacred mountain, forbidden to ascend. Amber. Between valleys low and mountains high, the song of the wind on the cliffs. Frankincense. Trail clinging to the dark rock face, cave hidden from view. Vanilla. Seven flamboyant shadows, a tiger's den. Rose. With a soft, velvety motion, I stretch, slide and unfurl. Ylang-ylang. Nothing will stop my silent steps. Papyrus. Astounding abyss, legend tamed, Tiger’s Nest is the roof over my world.
As vast as the peninsula that inspired it, Iberian Leather gives boundless expression to its fullness and power. Continental, integral and proud, from Spain to Portugal, the Iberian soul greets the ocean horizon, that salutary elsewhere.