ALI BABÀ EXTRAIT DE PARFUM 10 ML

Head

Rum

Candied orange

Lemon zest

Heart

Baba

Cloves

Patchouli

Fund

Vanilla beans

Cedar wood

Amber

Moss

Who among us doesn't know the story of Ali Baba?
I assure you: not in this verse.

In the days of old, in a city of Naples, there lived two brothers: Qassim and Ali Baba. When their father, a man of modest means, passed into the mercy of the Lord, the two brothers, in equal parts, divided the assets left by their father. Of course, the inheritance did not improve the condition of the two brothers much, because the assets left by their father were very little, but Qassim was far more fortunate, as he met and married a young woman from a "good family".
Ali Baba lived in a poor house, after marrying a poor woman like him and his only wealth was that of owning three donkeys. One day, while he was climbing the slopes to reach the top of Mount Somma, he heard a dull noise approaching.
He thought of the horses' hooves and, since that place was without any passage and very lonely, he immediately feared that it was a band of galloping thieves. He was absolutely right, but his mind was so quick and clear that it allowed him to climb onto the branch of a tree to keep himself hidden.
They approached and he counted them all: exactly forty, forty thieves. The one who led the band, in the deafening silence of the others, shouted: "Open sesame!" and, as soon as he said these words, a rock spun on itself and moved, giving space to a small gap where all forty, in single file, began to descend. Ali Baba remained incredulous and intrigued and, as soon as they all came out of that strange place and then moved away, he came down from the tree. He was too curious to know what was in that strange place and he remembered the words said by one of the forty thieves, so that the rock would move and allow him entry.
With trembling curiosity, he began to slowly descend and, once the soles of his shoes hit the last step, his eyes remained in disbelief at what he was seeing before him.
There were chests overflowing with coins and stones of a blinding gold, but he stopped on what, in his opinion, was even more precious. In a corner, almost set aside, thousands of Neapolitan babá to be dipped in rum again. The smell was so strong that it made his mouth water and he immediately rushed to them. I'll eat one... two... three... Then he stopped to think.
He thought of his people, those who did not have riches just like him and, without hesitation, he took a couple of bags he had brought from home to fill them with wood and began, instead, to stuff in them dozens and dozens of those magnificent sweets with an irresistible smell.
On the way home, he had only one thought in his mind: his wife and his people; he couldn't wait to feed them with his wonderful booty. When he got there, he started whistling loudly and shouting random names, people were leaning out... He started opening the bags and suddenly a crowd gathered around him. Men, women, children and his wife, everyone was happy. They started cheering him, they picked him up and started blowing him up, higher and higher.
From that moment on, happily, Ali Baba became the King of the Babas among his poor people.