As a child I was always fascinated by stories of the Arabian Nights, by the tales of Sinbad, by the lure of souks and markets in faraway lands selling artisan products and spices in a world that was so very different from my California suburban stores. As an adult I was able to visit some of these places when I traveled to Beirut, Istanbul, Marrakech and Tunis. I appreciated each country’s individual culture, history, art and above all, the people. Perhaps this admiration is part of the reason why I had a special affinity for the fragrances classified as “oriental”. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that this term was derogatory or offensive, but the world is not the same as it was in my youth.