An echo from the jungle. Tiger eyes, sharp female claws, feline instincts - the call of the wild. Lily of the valley notes surprise us like a monsoon rain. At the equator - where our heart sits - the pulse becomes a fork in the road of dreams, where Gurjum balsam, West Indian sandalwood and ambergris meet. Everything is allowed in the abandoned, vine-covered temples in the middle of the high-tech skyscrapers. It feels like your heart is being cut out by a Dayak headhunter. Barrels containing oud, vanilla, tonka beans, tolu balsam, laudanum and musk are unloaded from the cargo ships in the harbor and mix to form a harmonious scent that makes the Sultanate's robes glow.