On a desert highland, an American Indian medicine man burns magic herbs. He observes as dense clouds make their approach. He is grateful to the Great Mother for her gifts: the stones and sand, herbs, the buffalo, the snakes and the droplets of rain that give new life, ensuring prosperity for his brethren.
Nature is about to offer a gift. Roboris is the wind bearing the rains that are about to fall on dry sand and sun-baked plateaus while, all around, hints of magic herbs, musk, leather and wood waft in. It's positive strength, kindness, the certainties of life. Roboris because Nature is Strength (latin vis, roboris) in its purest form, powerful and, like a centuries-old oak (lat.robur, roboris) standing proud and tall, it is solid, sturdy and welcoming.
Dry, damp, powerful and positive. Wet sand evoked by tonka beans, sandalwood, cactus flowers, violet leaves, arid mountains by vetiver, cedarwood. An American Indian Witch Doctor is called up by ambergris, jasmine dry flowers, rhubarb and wisteria.
