Every woman can be, at least once in her life, the fatal Catarì with her core 'ngrato (heart of stone), who manages to leave everything behindand go. "I am heartbroken because of her..." sings the Neapolitan aria , "Son, Let her go! Let her go!" But how to forget the voluptuous Egyptian Tuberose, that still lingers from the warm Ambra, defiant of Orange blossom and Mandarin.
Dominant notes: Tuberose and Orange Blossoms