An echo from the jungle. Tiger eyes. sharp female claws. cat-like instincts - the call of the wild. Lily of the valley notes surprise us like a monsoon rain. At the equator - where our heart is - the pulse becomes the crossroads of dreams. where Gurjum balsam. West Indian sandalwood and amber meet. In the abandoned temples overgrown with lianas in the middle of the high-tech skyscrapers. anything goes. It feels like your heart is being cut out by a Dayak headhunter. Barrels of oud. vanilla. tonka beans. tolu balsam. laudanum and musk are unloaded from the cargo ships in the harbor and mix to create a harmonious scent that makes the walls of the Sultanate glow.