Xerjoff Cruz del Sur IIn the air smells of rum, of bergamot and of vague hints of grapes. We advance, and approach the inner landscape of desire by walking through scents of lily, cedar, dried fruits, cloves, cumin. Your closed eyes, overwhelmed by the solid base of sandalwood, amber, ladanum, incense, myrrh and castoreum, testify to a frantic search for the mythical city of gold that is much more than an obsession