It is the perfume of Romania within us. Its deep waters run the flavours of cozonac fresh out of the oven and of mulled wine with a sprinkle of cinnamon, a happy family reuniting for the holidays... IA is like a window opening to the fragrant meadows behind a white small house with wooden shutters. IA's top notes are those of flowers of the field and grass, on which a beautiful barefoot Romanian girl wearing a wreath of daisies on her head walked, with the light of her first dream of love in her heart. She smells of blueberry, raspberry and wild strawberry crushed by her lips quivering as if before a passionately longed for kiss, of a bouquet of midsummer flowers and mountain carnations and Japanese honeysuckle spreading their nectar on a clear summer night. Hidden in that bouquet is a four-leaf clover destined to make the perfume wearer's dreams come true.
