Le Maroc pour elle is Andy Tauer’s first perfume. It’s scent of romanticism and warmth contains, according to tauerperfumes.com, mandarins, lavender, Moroccan rose, jasmine, High Atlas cedarwood, and oriental woods (I won’t pretend to know). The moment I looked up into the tall Atlas cedar trees in Lyon’s Parc de la Tête d’Or I thought of two perfumes, Serge Lutens’ Féminité du bois – one of my favourite perfumes – and Andy Tauer’s Le Maroc pour elle. Again, as I am wont to do, I stood under its branches, beside the trunk, and felt them. I looked up through the branches and breathed deeply.
Here is the fourth work inspired by Le Maroc pour elle –
I have to get away from this noise. Men make too many plans.
She walks towards the hills. She slips off her babouche just to feel sand on her feet again. The wind strikes her blue hijab and her eyes squint. The hem of her ochre skirt flap like the kois she saw earlier. She sat by the pond mesmerised by their colour against the black bottomless water. Her heart races as the thought of when to turn back clicks. She shouldn’t be on her own for too long.
She raises her hands to her face and smells them. Looking at the brown lines etched in her palms, she tells herself not to be afraid. She looks around, the city on one side, the desert on the other, and the mountains facing her. The wind is too strong. She walks back.