Combodi Qadeem Khas

COMBODI QADEEM KHAS

The Scent of Time Honored.

There are oils that whisper. There are oils that sing. Then there is Combodi Qadeem Khas —
which doesn’t speak at all, yet somehow says everything.

This is oud aged into silence — “Qadeem,” meaning ancient, and “Khas,” meaning special, reserved. And indeed, this is not the kind of oil that was made — it was remembered. Drawn from the heartwood of Cambodia’s oldest groves, it is oud that has weathered the years, softened by time, and steeped in sweetness as gentle as it is noble.

At the first inhale, the oil opens with the warmth of aged wood glowing in amber light — sweet, rich, and softly resinous. It doesn’t rise sharply. It floats — smooth like polished teak, warm like sun on worn stone. There’s a subtle fruitiness, reminiscent of dried apricots kissed by forest air, and an elegant layer of balsamic sweetness that wraps itself around the heart like silk.

Beneath that golden glow lies the oud itself — balanced, earthy, and wise. It doesn’t roar with wildness, nor fade into the background. It simply holds — firm, grounding, present. The sweetness never tips into excess, and the earthiness is never rough. It is perfectly poised: the humility of wood with the grace of time.

As it wears, Combodi Qadeem Khas clings to the skin with quiet confidence. You don’t wear it to impress. You wear it to feel whole — to walk through the day wrapped in something that feels like memory, like depth, like truth.

You are in an old sanctuary hidden deep in the Cambodian forest — long abandoned, but untouched by decay. The air is thick with incense long since burned, and the scent of the wooden beams soaked in centuries of monsoon, silence, and prayer. The light is low, golden, and still. A single oud chip has just been lit. The room holds its breath. So do you.