Aabir

A blue-paved road leads to the royal palace. The darkness takes on its scent, reflecting its veiled, elegant footsteps. The young prince strolls absentmindedly among the fountains. Suddenly, he senses a vibration in the air, a blend of Taif rose and saffron he's never smelled before.
The prince turns dreamily and meets the woman's gaze, then watches her disappear, swallowed by the darkness. Her fragrance lingers, like a promise of love, resonating behind her. Aabir in Arabic is the sound of the word whose corresponding meaning is "good perfume."