It is the invisible city built as the realm of the gods’ wood. It is the incense burning in the dark like eyes filled with passion and a love letter so long as to fill up a whole library. It is the intimacy of a blooming rose, the missing half of the apple, the gentle strength of the cedar, the lethal temptation of the lily of the valley. It is a river of passion flowing in the middle of a town. The mature oud blend enters in the air like a queen entering her court announced by gong chimes, her trail more precious than gold. Welcome to Alexandria: the most beautiful siege in history.