Our nomadic caravan stretches out in silence. We advance to the rhythm of the dromedaries, in this almost hypnotic pendulum movement. The saddle of our hosts, heated by an arrogant sun, gives off a sweet and delicate smell of leather. We are approaching Al Khaluf. The landscape is almost lunar. The sand has changed color, now blindingly white. We become so small in these sugar dunes.
'Sugar Leather' like a piece of leather covered in white sand, caramelized by the scents of the sun. A gourmet, racy, spicy fragrance.
