Attars

Translated as “The Soul of the Nights,” this is not merely a fragrance — it is an invitation into the hidden hours between midnight and dawn. A time when secrets are shared in hushed tones, when longing lingers in the air like incense smoke, and when love is felt more than seen.

Step into a forgotten courtyard in Mughal-era Agra, where jasmine vines climb marble pillars, rose petals drift like confetti on warm air, and the scent of sandalwood rises from temple fires — mingling with the earthy breath of monsoon-soaked soil.

Jasmine is not merely a scent — it is a nocturnal hymn. Hand-picked at the hour when petals open widest, the purest white jasmine from India and Egypt is distilled with reverence, capturing its intoxicating, honeyed soul in its most unspoiled form. Then, like a whispered secret, it is cradled by the deep, sacred embrace of aged oud — not to overpower, but to elevate.

The King of Companions — Where Majesty Meets Brotherhood To wear Malik-al-Atrab is not simply to don a fragrance — it is to claim a legacy. Born from the sacred union of the world’s most revered oud, aged amber, and rare saffron kissed by desert winds, this is the scent of those who lead not with noise… but with presence. The ones whose word is law, whose silence commands respect, whose company becomes legend.

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.