A dreamscape of reddish dunes. At nightfall, the Wahiba Sands of Oman cast a unique glow onto the sky above. The sun has swooned and the moon takes the form of a crescent in homage to the khanjar, the emblem of the sultanate. It shines just as bright as this small sword, slipped into the leather belt of men who wear the traditional costume. The heavenly canopy lights up the path to Wadi Shab, a lush paradise, bursting forth like patchouli. A majestic Orient meets the eyes. Oriental Leather bears its secrets and whispers them to Orion, whose constellation hangs in the night like a charm on a belt. Amber and leather notes reveal themselves in full daylight, when the world stirs back into motion in the Mutrah souq, amidst wafting scents of lavender, cinnamon and benzoin.
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.