Boats glide between two continents as seagulls flap their wings in celebration. From Kadiköy to Karaköy, from one continent to the other, songs accompany a warm glass of tea, a simit shared with the birds. The voyage between continents begins with geranium and rose wafting from far-off Isparta. The sound of waves, the cry of gulls are the sounds of Istanbul. Passengers pause to listen as they look out upon wooden mansions that line the waterfront, medieval fortresses and spreading sycamores, like jasmine notes at the heart of a perfume. Sailing on the Bosphorus, the sun warms you as if you were a child again. Balsam, sandalwood and the scent of guaiac trees hide at the base notes, like treasure troves lost at the bottom of the sea. Do you hear? Istanbul sings a song for you.
What We Think
Dazzling, smoky, and deep, Istanbul's Soul is downright sensational. Bewitching spicy notes (we detect cardamom and cumin, among others) mingle with dark facets of incense and patchouli, leading to a warm, woody drydown that proves to be as captivating as it's namesake city.
