In this original birthplace, where the singing of languages and cultures rises, I hear a voice of oud and vetiver. A murmur of bergamot and geranium. In front of me, infinite landscapes. Deserts, meadows, patchouli, lakes, oceans, saffron, bush, moss, grapefruit, cedar, savannas, mangroves, cardamom, musk and cumin. Between dry and rainy seasons, I discern a path. I witness a dance. A ballet of dresses and manes, paws and scales, leather, leather, leather. Felines, giraffes, crocodiles, antelopes, elephants, begin an alert choreography. A new song resounds, I listen to the chorus of a continent.
As vast as the peninsula that inspired it, Iberian Leather gives boundless expression to its fullness and power. Continental, integral and proud, from Spain to Portugal, the Iberian soul greets the ocean horizon, that salutary elsewhere.