A delicate trace unwinds. A fragile line goes forth. Towards the imminence of a chance meeting. Promised fusion. An implacable frontier stands and signals, The Impossible communion of beings.
A desire vibrant and imperial dreams of defying
this insurmountable border.
The tension is extreme.
Fanciful fusion?
Fusion constantly postponed
Which condemns the shortness of breath and the feverish glance
To remain before the temple door.
Something rises
Managing an ambivalent leap
Both towards and away from itself.
A qualitative leap, a sense of intimate realization,
A magical duality which both allows and risks the blend
of heavenly unions,
A sacred fusion.
"Majda Bekkali was born into a long-standing noble family of Fes, Morocco.
Nurtured by the arts and scents from an early age, she has travelled through marvellous stories of her fanciful ancestors; conquerors or mystical healers, builders of sacred cities or Amazigh princess, travellers or dissenters. Today, she sees herself as a storyteller.
At the age of eighteen, she arrived in Paris to pursue graduate studies in art history.
At the end of a rich and extensive study program, she took on the creative direction of fragrances for various well-known brands.
In 2009, driven by a dedicated passion for scents and the raw materials of olfactory, she established her own perfume house."