A shadow: something is there. She determines fate as she walks along the spice road. As she passes, there s magic in the air, as warm as the hues of fruits that announce her coming. Her cloak weaves gold and velvets, and she has a delicate yet steadfast stride. Amused, she turns to look at the effect it has. Aristocratic weakness. Ripe black cherries enveloped by fresh marzipan and fine bitterness of red orange s zest. The heart is a delight: a creamy mix of white flowers and powdery cocoa notes Duchessa s sillage is warm, balsamic, intoxicating. Sweet as liquor. A “narcotic” one: cherries and sugar, the real obsession. The smell of a Gritti Woman, bold and decisive.