Perfumes
Golden citrus glows like the first strike of Ra’s chariot. Bergamot bursts with solar vibrance, drenched in the narcotic white fire of Egyptian Orange Flower. A regal opening. Sharp. Hypnotic. Majestic. Then the Nile pulls you under. Blue Lotus Accord, deep, aqueous intoxication. A floral mirage rising from sacred waters. Lavender Absolute drifts through the current, cool and honeyed, like temple smoke curling through sandstone halls.
At the core: Fractionated Ylang-Ylang, stripped of excess, leaving only the silken heart. Pure gold in floral form. A sensual sheen. Coffee Blossom Absolute, Coffee Absolute, a dark, roasted pulse beneath the florals, like morning rituals in the goddess’s honor. The foundation is a throne of 50-year-old Sandalwood, its resinous glow radiating sacred warmth.
Alligator Wood from the Juniper Alligator tree, a nod to Sobek, the Nile’s ancient beast. Earthy, primal, untamed. And then, Bastet’s secret weapon. Pure Civet Absolute. Fat. Narcotic. Creamy beyond reason. The essence of feline grace, wrapped in incense, fur, and shadow. A perfume of divinity and desire. Unapologetically regal
The Badlands continue on and on under the sun's golden haze. They are a place of rust-colored boulders and whispering shadows. From this rough land comes Wakinyan the Thunder, an old spirit of the ground who is tied to the land. He wears a crown of fur that looks like the rough soil, with each strand woven with the power of the earth itself.
His eyes are as deep and eternal as the canyons etched by time. To honor him, the air is filled with scents that are soft and grassy green, like Orange Blossom, which is fresh and delicate and represents fragile life in the harsh wilderness. The dry, invigorating touch of Utah juniper, which has a sharp pine-like smell that cuts through the dry air like a whispered blessing, and the bright spark of bergamot, which is citrusy and sunlit and has a vibrant energy that dances in the wind.
Like holy smoke, these gifts quiet Wakinyan's spirit and give favor to those who ask for it. They also calm the ground that shakes under his watchful gaze. But at his core, Wakinyan is a force of nature. The deep, leathery smell of oud mixed with the old, mossy shadows of oakmoss tells of wisdom that has been there for a long time. Labdanum offers a warm, sticky, and sweet resinous quality, while castoreum gives it a harsh, animalistic edge that is primal and wild.
A trace of gentle white scent from the muskrat hangs in the air like a breath at dawn, making this chaotic symphony less sharp. Take a deep breath of these scents; they convey the story of the Badlands. Wakinyan, the spirit of soil and thunder, guards these sacred grounds. Only those who are worthy will be able to enter.
Venture into the enigmatic depths of Black Sea, The oceanic spray of Mexican lime and Bergamot merges with the salty leather of Seaweed, Smokey distillation of seashells and real black ambergris become the ocean itself. Jasmine Sambac adds a calmness and sense of peace with its animalic nuances and finds itself working wonderfully with Coconut and Tonka bean giving it Lactonic care. Lastly the Cambodian oud gives the idea of Mossy driftwood supported by Oakmoss and Greenland Moss