This one is an Oud Dominant composition, a basenote heavy beast. A gorgeous dark Thai Oud in a divine dance with Turkish Rose bathed in sacred Sandalwood. The heavy oud has been graced with additions of Magnolia Flower accentuating the floral notes that otherwise go unnoticed in its pure form, taming its astringent bitterness & leathery qualities, exalting its fierce wild qualities. Graced with precious Civet, Muskrat, Castoreum & Hyraceum. A composition fit for a Majesty, as the image I chose of this divinely decorated Lion, a visual representation of what it makes me feel. It's opening is reminiscent of a sacred palace that over time transforms on the skin turning into the scent of a sacred mystical library stacked with ancient scrolls of forbidden knowledge & wisdom while incense shrouds the room bathed in candlelight. While it has a fierce Kingly aura, it is by no means a scent exclusive for men. It asks to be worn by those with strong character, audacious & wild.
There are heights to which only the Soul can aspire. The Nectar of Fruit that is not to be found in Flesh. There are flowers that blossom in another dimension, deep within the inner Garden & Temple of a Soul. Fertilized only by the Bees of God.
The Honey of their labor yields the holy Amrita of the Wise. The Fruit that lays inaccessible to those underserving guarded by the flaming swords of the Divine. This is the scent of those Secret Flowers & of that mythical fruit of Life.
A highly complex blend that is sweet, floral, woody. It has Oud in its DNA which does not show its face in the beginning, the opening is a dark floral incense with hints of fruit. As it progresses the sweet incense turns darker with more depth. It has many facets, it is like an eagle drifting high above the garden of Eden, the smoke from the flames that guard the entrance everpresent, the breeze shifting bringing different scents to the fore, different hues & textures reveal themselves as it progresses through its flight. Eventually it lands atop a tall tree of an unknown species for resting, partly sandalwood, partly oud, the living musk of divinities congregating below it, powdery woody floral, a delight to the senses, perhaps The scent of an Angels Skin
This is the fruitiest Blend. The opening is awash with blackberry, blueberry, blackcurrant. The Rose & Oud give it enough grounding though that it is not excessively sweet. It is the scent of a rich harvest, fertility, opulence. Summer has reached its peak. The roses are still blossoming and mingling their scent with the juicy texture of ripe peaches under which they grow, vines of blackberry crawling through the delicate petals. Autumn has not yet made itself known. The Stag still wears his Antlers proudly, the time to shed them has not yet come. From the entire collection of 5 scents this is the most feminine. Although not exclusively so. It is equally boozy & virile. The composition becoming more balanced as time progresses. The top notes are awash with the sweetness of life but as it progresses to the heart it settles into more of its floral qualities. Rose & Jasmine dancing together intimately. The drydown a beautiful powdery skin scent featuring iris, musk, oud & sandalwood, with the fruits & flowers transformed by the musks into a delicate dry/sweet afterglow
Sandalwood & Rose with copious amounts of Animal Musks. Wisdom that has birthed sharp Cunning, a loving intelligence that knows how to play the role of a sacred Trickster. There is something unsettling in the beginning stages of this perfume, there is an initial dissonance, but strangely beautiful. It begs to be explored. It is not love at first sight. It does not care to be loved or admired based on first impressions. It has boundaries in place that only those who are willing to relate with it past the initial impressions might behold the beauties that lay hid behind its superficial appearance. As you smell it over time, it eventually breathes out the secrets it has gathered unto itself. Precious Woods that speak of ancient insights decorated with a Musky Rose. The Rose of the Mystic. A wise fox who scares off those trespassing disrespectfully into his Garden of Sacred Treasures. A heart that feels loved by its Creator & no longer is in need for recognition by mere mortal beings. A soul that has glimpsed its own soul. Self-Fulfilled & Realized, Sovereign beyond comprehension. Misunderstood by those with shallow hearts, free from any sense of shame that might be projected unto him/her.
Oakmoss & Vetiver dominate this blend. A deep musky forest-floor opening. The scent of ancient earth & soil, Here the wild things grow in a realm that bows down in surrender & ineffable Trust towards their Creator. The Prey & Predator singing their Prayers of gratitude for every second of their blessed Life, the scent of moss covering the inhospitable rocks, slowly breaking them down into pungent soil for the inhabitants of this sacred place. A purple sweetness mingles with the heavy green aroma of Life. Life in its most Primal Form. It calls you back to remember your Roots, remember your heritage & ancestry who once lived inseparable from this dark sacred grove of Life. This is the fragrance of the Secret Angel who guards the Jungles & Forests, which is why I chose this Visual representation for this blend. Dark & Divine. The Scent of the Angelic Protector of the inhabitants that live & grow underneath the dark canopy of trees whose Age would baffle every mortal.
My quest while creating this perfume was to bring the rose to life as close as I could get to how the heavenly experience is when you smell a live one. The juicy syrupy feel that is evoked by its velvelty peach skinned petals, the vortex heart in its center from which the honey of its soul radiates, and not to forget the thorns that alert you to the boundaries and awareness that cannot be trespassed.
A honey rose liquor scent, a bouquet in the bottle that is meant to bring you back to your inner richness, the place where it all started, and the place that will be the only one left when everything around is extinguished.
This perfume is an altar of sorts to the glorious sovereignty of the Rose, embraced by indonesian Sandalwood, crowned with wild red fruits and a voluptuous vanilla incense adorning the sacred shrine.
Ever had someone give you a compliment or asked you about your fruits of labor and joy in life, just to find out they did that just to be 'nice' and please you?
Panthera cuts right through that bullshit. She holds up the sword of discernment and has the courage to give silence and nonchalance to whomever wants to connect with you from a place of inferiority and appeasement.
She is not agreeable, she is not in need of any compliments and praise; she demands authenticity, even if it means holding up one's own sword in her face; that real truth she is thirsty for and will engage in the dance even if it is a dance of death. She brings out the fire in everybody's heart, the true genuine flame of unabashedness and the powerful love of sincerity, never exchanging even the most brutal reality for anything this world may present as appeasement.
Opening with a liquor dark rose, entering a hot evening, blossoms into a sweet melodious bouquet fanfare; pink frangipani unfolds in a sparkling dance with an underlying blissful vanilla scent that radiates the glorious brilliance of a thousand immortal petals.
Sustains itself in a sweet nectar like mood; the flowers have become a sweet elyxir of sovereign exotic beauty.
We entered a tropical oasis, taste the juicy fruits, bathe in the infinite waters of the endless mystery that is you.