Soul of my soul, perfume of my eternity

Family olfactory: Ambarada, Oriental, Musk

Output notes: Italy Bergamot Orpur, Essence of Somalia Incense Orpur, Pink Pepper CO2 Orpur

Heart Notes: Iris Orpur Butter, Absolute Rose Orpur, Gamuza Chord

Background notes: Australian Sandalwood Essence Orpur, Georgia Wood Chord, Absolute Vanilla de Madagascar Orpur

The perfume is a soul, the soul is perfume. And in this olfactory creation, that invisible link is charged for sublime and evocative raw materials. Each chord, each note, each wake is a whisper between worlds: tangible and ethereal, body and spirit, memory and desire. We are facing a fragrance that is not limited to beautifying the skin; It transforms it into a sensory talisman, in a portal that connects with the divine, as it would a prayer or a sustained caress.

From his first notes, the perfume opens with an Italian Bergamot Orpur that does not shine, but shines as the first sunbeam over a golden dome. At his side, the Somali incense - the millennium - raises his spiritual smoke, raising the soul of the perfume high. Pink pepper, vibrant as a sacred murmur, lights composition with an energy that beats between passion and contemplation.

The heart beats with an overwhelming tenderness. The Iris Orpur butter brings a creamy and powdered texture, as if the fragrance breathe from the center of a temple. The absolute, majestic and sensual rose, does not scream: Sing. His voice is that of a memory that sneaks through the window on a childhood afternoon. The Gamuza chord adds a touch of naked, hugged, sigh, sighing skin, rubbing the neck and stays there to live.

And then, the descent to the mysteries of the earth. The Australian sandalwood reaches as a silent prayer, sacred wood that does not burn, but hugs. Georgia's wood brings depth and almost tactile texture, as if we could feel each note. The vanilla of Madagascar, absolute and intoxicating, weaves the invisible thread that unites all the elements: sweet, but never clicked; envelope, without oppressive; Ethereal and, however, unforgettable.

This perfume could have been used to anoint the gods, in the ceremonies of Persia or in the devotional rituals of ancient India. It smells like offering, milk poured on sacred stone, cleared butter melting to the heat of a ritual fire, white smoke ascending towards the heavens as an eternal love message. It is not simply a fragrance, it is a liquid sacrament.

There is something deeply spiritual in how the musk is melted with iris and vanilla. It is not a game of trivial seduction, but a dance of souls. It is as if each molecule was touched by the intention of remaining, of leaving a trace, not only on the skin, but about the emotional memory of whoever perceives it. The perfume not only takes ... it is remembered.

This perfume speaks the language of the white, sparkling and sidereal soul. It is the invisible representation of the divine in everyday. Take it is like entering a meditative state, how to embrace the mystery of the universe without the need for words. The wake that leaves is an echo of the soul: soft, persistent, mysterious.

By the musk remains. By Rosa I breathe. For the vanilla I abandon me. This perfume is an intimate ritual, an emotional alchemy that raises and transforms. It is a sacred song that whispers in the ear: soul of my soul, here I am, forever.