In Botswana, the Okavango is known as the “river which never gets to the sea”. It seems from above as if there is a huge tree spread-eagled in the sand with its innumerable tentacular roots drawing a labyrinthine aquatic tableau which the waters re-design every day.
On the banks of these countless streams, all sorts of fragrances rise up from the luxurious vegetation. Be it papyrus, acacia or sycamore, the abundant flora exhumes a constant source of inspiration on which the imagination feeds insatiably.
What We Think
Softly powdered, honeyed yellow florals. Like being bathed in a warm ray of sun.
