A road paved with blue heading towards the royal palace. The darkness takes on her scent, reflecting her veiled and elegant steps. The young prince strolls absentmindedly among the water fountains. Suddenly, he feels a vibration hovering in the air, a mixture of Taif rose and saffron that he has never smelled before. The prince dreamily turns and meets the lady’s stare, then watches her disappear, swallowed by darkness. Her fragrance stays, like a pledge of love, resonating behind her. Aabir in Arabic is the sound of the word whose corresponding meaning is “Good Scent”.