📃 OUR PERFUMES STORY
In a world where scents have become similar, our passion was born from a deep desire to return to the essence... to what nature whispers and what memory hides of unforgettable pure fragrance. Our journey was not just a search for a perfume, but a search for ourselves... for a story told in every bottle, and a sincerity that touches the heart before the nose.
Our company was founded on a firm belief that perfume is not a luxury, but an emotional experience, a drop that encapsulates a moment, and a blend that preserves the features of the soul. Our values are based on authenticity, refined simplicity, and staying away from commercial noise, to create perfumes that carry an identity that is not repeated, and a personality that speaks before it is smelled.
Here we are today, unveiling our first two fragrant tales... two perfumes that resemble only themselves, carrying within them the imprint of beginnings, sincerity of intention, and the beauty of the idea.
TANNINS & TOBACCO
The clock was approaching midnight, and the quiet hall of a classic hotel in Vienna still pulsed with remnants of music that had not been played. On the marble table, remnants of a glass not finished, and a book open to a chapter not read.
A man in a dark gray suit entered with unapologetic steps, did not order anything, and did not greet... he just passed by. But the perfume preceded him, as if it were his signature: the smoke of black tea, soft tobacco, a touch of orange peel, heavy damask rose, and the night fragrance of oud, jasmine, and monoi.
The scent did not scream... but it turned in the room like the gaze of a woman who knows who he is. The waitress who was extinguishing the candles stopped, and the man sitting in the corner raised his eyes unintentionally... as if everything had changed, without a word.
DANCE OF THE SOUL
In one of the alleys of the Turkish city of Konya, where the mountains embrace the morning mist, there was a small perfumery, with bags of saffron, sticks of oud, and balls of incense hanging at its door. The shop was not striking from the outside, but it pulsed with another world, accessible only to those who had intentionally lost their way.
A strange man, with no clear name, passed by there without intention. He was drawn by a strange aroma — a blend of warm saffron, Turkish damask rose dripping with love, dried mandarin peel, and incense rising like an ancient prayer from the ashes of rituals.
From a nearby popular café, the scent of roasted coffee crept in, meeting the fragrance in the air... and the movement of the world changed.
The man stopped, then closed his eyes. In that moment, he was not in the market... but in the presence of spiritual intoxication. His body was still, but his soul began to spin.
As if time had dissolved, and as if Rumi had returned, not dancing this time to the sound of mourning... but to the symphony of saffron, coffee, and rose.
And from that moment, the fragrance of the "Dance of the soul" was born.
