Behind high walls, the world slows to the rhythm of water. Marble courtyards gleam white beneath the afternoon sun, cooled by fountains that murmur in languages older than empire. Coconut palms sway in the breeze, their fronds casting lace-like shadows across polished stone, while lime trees perfume the air with sharp, clean citrus. From brass burners set in alcoves, sandalwood incense curls upward — rich, resinous, meditative. The faint salt of distant shores drifts in on the wind, a reminder that even luxury is softened by the sea. This is a scent of quiet power, unhurried elegance, and the kind of calm that only stone, water, and time can offer. A sanctuary where nothing is rushed, and everything is intentional.