‘When Alfred Ritchy arrived in Cartagena, he was enveloped by this spirit. The air was alive with laughter and dance, where emotions bloomed openly, worn like flowers in the hair. Roses, radiant and abundant, mingled their perfume with the salt of the Caribbean breeze, painting the city in both fragrance and feeling. His path led him to Bocagrande, a seaside neighbourhood where golden light lingers on elegant towers and the ocean carries its gentle breath across the shore. At exactly 18:26 pm, during the city’s golden hour, he looked up, and there it was: a balcony overflowing with blooming flowers, bathed in coral light, while the hum of music floated from somewhere nearby. In that fleeting moment, Alfred stood between the rhythm of the city and the serenity of the sea, and everything came together the softness of roses, the warmth of incense, the glow of twilight. From this instant, Bocagrande was born: a fragrance where radiant rose meets the sea’s breeze and a trace of incense, capturing Cartagena’s soul, its dance, and its timeless golden hour.’ – Jovoy
