She came to India on a whim. A friend from India said Kashmir was the most beautiful part of this mystical country, and words truly couldn’t do it justice. Soaring mountains, crisp air, and vibrant gardens, Kashmir were unlike any other place in the world.
She especially enjoyed taking in the breathtaking views by night from her houseboat. Like brightly illuminated floating palaces, her houseboat on the Dal Lake was one among the many popular with tourists.
She exited her bedroom and leaned against the rail of the boat’s porch. As she caught reflections of the stars on the lake, she thought about the many exquisite luxuries that come from such a tiny part of the world. Cashmere. Sapphires. And, of course, saffron.
She remembered the bottle of perfume that her friend had given her before leaving the States, Kashmiri Saffron. She removed it from her pocket and lightly rubbed its sweet fragrance on her pulse points. Notes of fresh rose, dewy jasmine, and lush lily mixed with sensual saffron, earthy patchouli, soothing sandalwood, deep musk and warm cashmeran in the cool Kashmiri air.
With one intoxicating whiff of Kashmiri Saffron, she fell even more deeply under India’s magical spell.