A summoning for something lost but in the process of making its way to you. A dark dwelling in the heart that whispers mysterious mumbles deciphered only in the presence of musings that echo that which you are calling home. Something familiar, yet distinctly not yours. A craving to inhale the warmth of that which is now gone.

“Come my Habibi, come to me my love. Used to be my baby, now you are gone.”

Habibi Royale. An incantation for the focus of your mind’s eye.

Notes: Oud, Galbanum, Amber, Rose.

Description: green, spiced, seductive.