At the southernmost tip of Africa two mighty oceans – the sensuous Indian and the coldly furious Atlantic – collide in one of the most spectacular and terrifying stretches of coastline on earth. Thunderheads roil above the mountains flanking the sea, whipping up electric storms that culminate in purifying downpours of driving rain. It is a place of contrast and natural beauty that defies human language. Here hidden reefs become graveyards for stricken ships while small bays are havens for birthing whales who travel weary on their long annual pilgrimage to the Southern ocean. This is Nature’s cauldron. Here she brews the life-giving rain upon which Southern Africa relies.
The Rain factory is a mere 100km inland and we are reminded daily of our dependence on Natures’ gifts, water above all. The rejuvenating African Rain range embodies this complex beauty. It is in the innocent scent of new rain, in mist rising from the plains, in tiny mountain streams and hail lashing green foliage. It can be found in the vivid greys and charcoals of thunderclouds and foaming white breakers as well as in the azure tranquility of the quiet ocean overlooked by whitewashed fisherman’s cottages.
ocean blues, lagoon turquoises, storm colours, hues of the sky country
an ambery fragrance, lifted by lemon, mandarin, freesia and oakmoss. a tempestuous, mysterious stormy scent with unisex overtones.