Sawa سوا

A single branch, carrying every flower it could hold. Jasmine opens and jasmine follows. Grandiflorum, sambac, auriculatum, polyanthum. The same flower arriving from a different direction each time, distilled by steam, by water, drawn out by CO2, laid into fat, co-distilled over sandalwood. Nothing stands behind it. No oud, no resin, no wood holding the flower up. Just over half the composition is jasmine, and nothing else in it rises above five percent. Sawa. In classical Arabic, equal, the same, alike. The flower is asked to carry the whole thing alone. It does.