White Oud

In the heart of Persia, where turquoise domes kiss the sky and cypress trees stand as silent sentinels… there was a garden unlike any other. Not of roses or tulips — but of oud. A secret grove, guarded by time, where the rarest agarwood trees grew beneath the shadow of ancient mosques — their resin harvested only under moonlight, distilled by masters who spoke to the wood as if it were alive.

Ruh-e-Gulshan — The Soul of the Rose Garden — is not merely a fragrance. It is a vision made scent: the most exquisite Rosa damascena petals, hand-picked at dawn in the valleys of Iran and Bulgaria, distilled into an absolute so pure it feels like liquid silk. Each drop carries the dew-kissed sweetness of crushed petals, honeyed apricot, and the faintest spice of clove — the very breath of paradise.

Zahra-al-Oud — The Flower of Oud — is not a blend. It is a revelation. A single, perfect bloom emerging from the darkest earth: the wild, resinous soul of aged agarwood cradled by the celestial breath of white jasmine, rose de Mai, and orange blossom distilled under moonlight.