Twilight had fallen. The horses neighed with exhaustion. It was time to stop. The men spotted a place to rest; their bodies were weary and dusty. The shadow of the Kashmiri mountains loomed over the vast plain with its scrubland.
Emperor Alexander, helmet in hand, brandished his sword before the crowd. The moon appeared and disappeared, its face flaming. It cast a silvery hue on the blade, illuminating the entire plain with a dazzling ray.
The next morning, the men could not believe their eyes. The ground was covered in a purple mantle. Millions of saffron flowers had bloomed overnight. Faced with such a miracle, Emperor Alexander consulted his advisors. The omens were not favorable. Trumpets sounded, announcing the retreat. The men left the plain in a few hours. Peace and calm were restored.
A bold, fruity statement of lychee and raspberry, which unleashes the full force of the spicy and leathery facets of saffron and iris, as well as the smoky intensity of papyrus.
