When Tamima passes, there is not a room, courtyard, garden or corner of the palace where her sillage does not linger in the air, on the fabrics or in the memory. Even before her voice or her eyes, her fragrance, like a spell, enters without knocking and penetrates every nook and cranny with its intoxicating scents. Her fragrance can be perceived before she arrives and it lingers on, enveloping and irresistible, for long after she has left. A sumptuous and sensual fragrance, where a floral heart of Neroli and Iris is made intriguing by an unusual note of Mugwort, to fade out amid the bois accords of Cashmere Wood and Agar, smoothed by resins and enveloped by Vanilla, creating a persistent and sophisticated fragrance. The bewitching scent of a woman and her mysterious sillage, impossible to forget.