The beautiful Ottoman spy laughed when she saw the small crystal bottle that had been created for her. It featured an embellished elephant, an allusion to the verse of Valmiki’s Ramayana, because they believed her to be an Indian princess. Spiritual and multilingual, Kismet encouraged the mystery surrounding her origins. She reigned supreme over the Paris soirées of the Roaring Twenties for a time, then one day slipped away, never to be seen again. All that remained was the memory of her intoxicating scent, the perfume that Lubin had made for her.
