TRAVERSÉE CÈDRE D'IFRANE

"The snowflakes rhythmically paced the long march that awaited me until the Atlas Mountains Cedar forests. Camped for the night in a limestone cave in the Ifrane valley, the horses of the caravan brought me the warmth I needed to rest. They exuded a powerful smell of leather, amber, and musk from the cargo they were carrying," Maître de Claude, Perfumer, 18th century.