In the heart of Morocco, where the Atlas Mountains meet the endless sky, I discovered the soul of my next fragrance. It was in an ancient medina, surrounded by the bustling sounds of life and the rich tapestry of spices, that the scent began to weave itself in my mind. Walking through the narrow streets, I was enveloped by the mystical aroma of Olibanum from the local incense sellers, blending with the fresh zest of oranges from the vibrant stalls. The air was filled with the earthy sweetness of orris and the sharp, inviting spice of pink pepper.