Lost in Shisha
In the smoke, you’re not hiding, you’re remembering how desire breathes.
Curls of apple-scented hookah wrap around you like whispered secrets, while cinnamon rises through the haze, warm and disarming. Whisky lingers on the air like bold confessions left unfinished.
Tobacco coils through the heart of the scent, moss softens its edges, and ambergris settles in the base, like a memory you’ve tried to forget. It’s not the night that seduces —it’s what you become in it.
A single question burns: Would you follow desire if it meant losing your way?
Oudfusion
Here, endings do not feel like closure, but like remembering something you’ve always known.
Bright citrus and a flash of grapefruit open the path — sharp, clean, awakening. But the sweetness of passion fruit and black tea draws you inward, into something quieter.
There, in the heart, floral notes bloom beside rose — soft, yet unafraid. Sandalwood steadies you. Vetiver and patchouli ground you.
The wood notes and leather carry you inward, not outward.
In the space where desire meets truth, you are no longer searching. You are becoming
Nectar Of Sin
Not every sweetness is innocent. It begins with a flash of coconut — soft, exotic, disarming. But beneath that silk lies something darker: woods that hum quietly with warmth, vanilla that melts without permission,and musk that clings like a memory you never meant to keep.
This is not temptation you resist. It’s temptation that knows you. It leads you through a maze of shadowed pleasures until you no longer know if you’re chasing the feeling, or if it’s been chasing you all along.
Where does temptation end, and where do you begin?
Iris Haze
It begins like a question left unanswered. Bergamot and lavender open the space —cool, quiet, searching. There’s a sweetness under the surface, but it’s tangled in cocoa and ambergris, held in the trembling softness of iris and ambrette seeds.
Each breath is a dare. Each note, a mask.
Cedarwood, patchouli, and vetiver anchor you, while a trace of leather hovers just beyond reach.
The vision is never fully clear —and that’s exactly why it reveals the most.
What if not knowing is the clearest vision of all?
Vanilla Overload
Not every sweetness is innocent. It begins with a flash of coconut — soft, exotic, disarming. But beneath that silk lies something darker: woods that hum quietly with warmth, vanilla that melts without permission,and musk that clings like a memory you never meant to keep.
This is not temptation you resist. It’s temptation that knows you. It leads you through a maze of shadowed pleasures until you no longer know if you’re chasing the feeling, or if it’s been chasing you all along.
Where does temptation end, and where do you begin?