The beginning. Botticelli's Venus rising from a clear blue sea. Deceptive in its simplicity, Alfa evokes memories of earth, milk, vineyards, but its saffron heart belies deep yearnings for the sensual complex spice. Clove and nutmeg jettison their collective dank heat into the frame of Alfa after saffron's electric interlude upend our sense of where this scent was, is or could be going. In the aftermath of this spicy awakening, carnation's powdery, delicate piquancy builds a bridge to the ripe, luscious contours of luminous jasmine. Sandalwood sears, but its burn is not too painful, wreathed in a salve-like, herbal incense. Precious woods and oud heighten our sense of Alfa as a dry yet wet entity, recalling the lactic funk of some half live thing washed up on a sandy shore. White musk wreaths this scent in a downy haze, making Alfa glow subtly on skin. Casting an aura of possibility, Alfa enables us to open doors and as easily as our own hearts. The fragrant key to change.