It’s 1959 and you’ve just entered your room in Hotel Ambos Mundos where the ghosts of its former inhabitants still visit from time to time. There is the faintest whiff of Hemingway’s cigar smoke and well worn leather jacket. The rattan desk where you sit to write faces shuttered windows now thrown open to the scents and sounds of the street below, alive with the smell of spicy rice, ripening fruit and the sultry Havana night.
Top: bergamot, cumin
Middle: date, tobacco leaf
Base: tobacco, leather, smoke, incense, musk
There was a time when Constantinople was the center of the cultural universe and much of that vibrance still remains. At this convergence of Europe and Asia, ancient meets modern in a city of unbridled energy and spirit. The Bohéme Woman returns here to touch the beating heart of humanity, to explore an unknowable labyrinth of alleyways, to feel jubilantly alive and present. She stands at the center of the Grand Bazaar and inhales the intoxicating aroma of green, sweet cardamom from the spice merchants, the fragrant aromas of ripening fruit, the lushly romantic depth of Turkish rose. A rich, true note of exquisite saffron threads slows the world around her, creating an unforgettable memory. This mystical city weaves itself into the tapestry of her life and leaves an imprint on her soul.
Top: cardamom, ginger, bergamot, cassis
Middle: turkish rose, iris
Base: cedarwood, amber, saffron
Imagine an oasis in the desert. There is jasmine & mint tea for after dinner and the dry air is still pulsing with the radiant energy of the Mojave sands as the heat of the day wanes. Take in the vast emptiness of the indigo night as incense rises from the sheltering fire and sparks rise heavenward. Restoration at its best.
Top: bergamot, agave
Middle: tuberose, cactus blossom
Base: desert sands accord, amber, patchouli, incense
As with so many locales that are at a crossroads of culture, Goan life is a mélange of Portuguese-Indian elements redolent of citrus, incense and tropical flowers. The scent of bergamot sparkles like the sun over the Arabian Sea, energizing the mind while the warm blend of nag champa and white musk soothes the soul. When the Bohéme Woman craves true replenishment, she rediscovers herself in the unique Portuguese-Indian spirit of relaxation known as Susegad. As the sun sets to the sound of revelers, a cool breeze tinged with bonfire smoke and patchouli drifts past. She laughs in delight. This is where she is supposed to be.
Top: citrus blossoms & peel
Middle: nag champa, rose
Base: sandalwood, patchouli, incense, clove, white musk
Salt water on skin, blindingly blue water, and air so drenched with scent, it is an entity unto itself. Monoi from the tiaré flower, the ever-present aphrodisiacal fragrance of Tahiti when experienced in its native habitat does not disappoint and is a far cry from the common over-perfumed version stateside. As Sadaf, brand founder of Bohème writes, "The distance between Tahiti and the rest of the world is measured in more than miles. It's a place that calls to the Bohème Woman's adventurous spirit and open heart in harmony with nature."
Top Note: sea salt, ozone, fleurs de jamaica (hibiscus flower)
Middle Notes: frangipani, tiare, strawberry, gardenia, coconut
Base Notes: driftwood, white amber, musk