ISTANBUL 9:53 Damascus Rose & Musk
STORY: Istanbul, chaos in every dimension. Time that twists, contracts, and stretches, sometimes reversing the movement of clocks. A space filled with artifacts of dreams and ambitions from generations of different worlds and cultures, where the aroma-filled eastern wind Apeliotes wrestles with the Dionysian Zephyr.
In search of the invisible string that has bound this magical city together for thousands of years, we uncovered only more alleys of mystery, almost ready to give up when... there it is, the Damask rose, the scent of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat, a symbol of refined beauty but also inevitable transience. A rose that gives meaning to the moment. Here and now. Nothing else matters.
ISTANBUL 9:53
