Back in 1705, my great-great-grandfather handed a small, worn wooden box to Emperor Aurangzeb. He wasn't a king himself, just a perfumer, but he carried a scent so pure, so captivating, it was said to hold a man's full obsession.
We’ve kept it a secret ever since. The heart of it is the Parijat, a quiet little flower that only blooms at night. There's a stillness to it, a subtle power that feels both calm and completely intoxicating. We've blended it with a hint of creamy sandalwood, a note that's as grounding and warm as a story told by a crackling fire.
This isn't a loud perfume you wear to be noticed. It's the one you wear for yourself—a fragrance that whispers, not shouts. It's our family's oldest recipe, a part of our history, now here for you.
