This candle evokes the memories of a saffron harvest in the desert of Khorasan. The hot wind, laden with resinous and balsamic scents makes the crocus flowers dance, dazed in their own lily perfume, to embrace the contemplative harvester by surprise. The moment they sprout, their lives are plucked away, and little by little their breath turns into a powdery and almondy aura. The stigmas that remain fly away for an arid journey without return to be reborn as a ruby and ardent phoenix, metallic and potent, called saffron.
