Everyone called her Khatun, from camel riders to emirs. But in London the bold heroine of our latest
perfume was known as Gertrude Bell. English adventuress, archeologist, and diplomat of the Levant, Miss Bell was Our Woman in Baghdad during the Empire’s prime.
In this rich spicy-sweet evocation of oud we travel with Miss Bell as she did, on horseback through
the burning deserts of Mesopotamia alongside tribal horsemen in embroidered cashmeri robes.
Like her, this deliciously womanly and nomadic fragrance laces together Orient and Occident, mingling precious Turkish Rose-infused oud with the afternoon high tea delights of sweet red berry and apricot-scented osmanthus flowers. An intrepid leather accord of saddle and bridle softly rounded by the powdery florality of iris and a desert whisper of vanilla expresses the Victorian elegance of this adventurous horsewoman.
Miss Bell in her beautifully billowing muslin gowns was that rare thing: an English rose amongst Bedouin splendour.