We begin to imagine Sultan Abdulmecid I strolling through his Dolmabahçe palace on the banks of the Bosphorus. Palace of a thousand treasures where hidden corridors, hidden staircases, secret fountains bear witness to the intrigues of the Orient. From this dream are born the captivating notes of the Orient. Rêve Ottoman becomes sensual and addictive, exhaling its sovereign scents of Amber, Arabian Rose, and Saffron.
Ottoman dream, intoxication of the Orient on the banks of the Bosphorus.